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[[Dexter, Patty, Trish, and Fred (and Persephone, hiding in Trish's purse) are talking to Socrates in the junkyard's office. They're all trying to cheer Socrates up a bit.]]
Dex: [whispering, to Fred] Fred, say something!
Fred: [whispering] Like what? Sympathy isn't exactly my "thing..."

Fred: [to Socrates] Look... It's OK. Really. I've had a reasonably happy life here on my... adoptive home. I've made a name for myself, I've accomplished many things... All in all, I guess I've done all right.

Socrates: You don't understand. I've been marooned on this backward, primitive planet for years, narrowly avoiding detection by hostile natives while desperately searching for the last hope of our entire species... which I lost!

Socrates: [falling back into himself again] For all I know, our species is now extinct, crushed in a savage genocide by our merciless enemy! And it's all my fault!
Fred: [to the others] OK, I'm just making things worse. Anyone else want to take a stab at this...?