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Reach for your shoe-phone and call Maxwell Smart
Maxwell Smart arrives in a poof of pschydelic-colored smoke.
He takes one look at Trogdor and his eyes get big and he says, "Wouldja believe- that we're not anything to be eaten, Trogdor Dragon Guy, and you can just go find a sandwich or something and leave us alone?"