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[[Ki reacts to Fooker's "look at the time!" response. As he gets up to leave from the table we see his short-legged jumpsuit.]]
Ki: Oh, YOU'RE one to talk. How quickly did you cut the legs off YOUR jumpsuit?

Fooker: Within minutes, until I got the Greys to reprogram the synthewhatzit to do it for me. But you know me: My stems gotta breathe.
Trudy: [triumphantly, pointing at Fooker] AH HA!

Patty: [putting two and two together] Hold on, now. We all had conventional zippers for a few days until they switched to this new space velcro/magnet/adhesive closure thingy but YOURS had that first. What gives?

Fooker: I don't know what you're talking about.
Ki: [grinning mischievously at Fooker] Did someone have a wardrobe malfunction...?
Fooker: NOT TALKING ABOUT IT!