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[[In the "abandoned" junk yard office, Patty, Trish, Dex, and Fred are gathered around the mayonnaise jar that Patty has used to confine the slime mold that was trying to climb up Dexter's back.]]
Trish: I-is th-that... another s-slime mold?
Dex: It... looks like Fred, only... orange...

Dex: [looking at his hands] It... FELT like Fred does, I guess. Not that Fred's ever climbed up my back...

[[The humans continue talking as Fred leans toward the jar for a close look.]]
Dex?: It hasn't said anything yet. Could... it be intelligent?
Patty?: We can't let this distract us from finding "Socrates."

[[They all draw back a bit as the mold in the jar speaks.]]
Socrates: Sigh... Look no further. I'm... I'm Socrates.