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You try to scare me? I’ve unmasked more fake phantoms than you’ve got goosebumps. I’m trained in advanced mystery tactics and snack-fueled stealth. I’ve out-sniffed traps set by mad scientists and creepy clowns — all before breakfast!
You’re looking at the top dog of Mystery Inc., the snack-powered sleuth himself! So unless you want to get caught in a Fred trap and end up exposed on live TV, I suggest you scram, spooky!”
Shaggy (nervously): “Like, dude… remind me never to touch your Scooby Snacks again.”