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[[Fooker has just attacked Planck, shoving him across the room and into the opposite wall. After Fooker leaves, Planck sits up, rubbing the back of his head.]]
Persephone: Planck! Are you all right?
Planck: I'm... fine. Just caught off-guard.

Fred: What the heck happened with Fooker? It's like he snapped, shoving you across the room.
Planck: [Grimly while rising to his feet] That wasn't Fooker...

Fred: What do you mean? [He looks around.] Wait a minute... where's Socrates?
Planck: That's what I'm trying to tell you. I've seen this before.

Planck: Fooker isn't in control of his actions. Socrates is. Socrates is controlling him, and I don't think Socrates is fully in control of himself either...