I’m a thing.
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mei 1, 2019 7:28 pm
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Our love isn’t any different from yours, except it’s hotter, because I’m involved. You’ll have all the Slurm you can drink when you’re partying with Slurms McKenzie! Son, as your lawyer, I declare y’all are in a 12-piece bucket o’ trouble. But I done struck you a deal: Five hours of community service cleanin’ up that ol’ mess you caused.
Hello Morbo, how’s the family? It’s okay, Bender. I like cooking too. What kind of a father would I be if I said no? Oh, you’re a dollar naughtier than most.
Calculon is gonna kill us and it’s all everybody else’s fault!
I found what I need. And it’s not friends, it’s things. Just once I’d like to eat dinner with a celebrity who isn’t bound and gagged. Oh dear! She’s stuck in an infinite loop, and he’s an idiot! Well, that’s love for you.
- It’s a T. It goes “tuh”.
- But existing is basically all I do!
- Who said that? SURE you can die! You want to die?!
Now that the, uh, garbage ball is in space, Doctor, perhaps you can help me with my sexual inhibitions? Look, last night was a mistake. I’ll get my kit! Yeah, I do that with my stupidness. It’s toe-tappingly tragic!
- It’s a T. It goes “tuh”.
- For one beautiful night I knew what it was like to be a grandmother. Subjugated, yet honored.
- One hundred dollars.
Ooh, name it after me! She also liked to shut up! Hello Morbo, how’s the family? Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them.
Oh God, what have I done? What kind of a father would I be if I said no? Well, thanks to the Internet, I’m now bored with sex. Is there a place on the web that panders to my lust for violence? No, of course not. It was… uh… porno. Yeah, that’s it.
Robot 1-X, save my friends! And Zoidberg! Good news, everyone! There’s a report on TV with some very bad news! Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you!
Noooooo! I just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Fry, that doesn’t make sense. I just told you! You’ve killed me! She also liked to shut up! Negative, bossy meat creature!
You wouldn’t. Ask anyway! Now that the, uh, garbage ball is in space, Doctor, perhaps you can help me with my sexual inhibitions? Hello, little man. I will destroy you! Large bet on myself in round one.
Yep, I remember. They came in last at the Olympics, then retired to promote alcoholic beverages! Come, Comrade Bender! We must take to the streets! Ooh, name it after me! Why am I sticky and naked? Did I miss something fun?
Bite my shiny metal ass. Really?! Bender, hurry! This fuel’s expensive! Also, we’re dying! Fatal. I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside where it can fester quietly as a mental illness. With gusto.
Can we have Bender Burgers again? That’s the ONLY thing about being a slave. Large bet on myself in round one. I just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Fry, that doesn’t make sense. Check it out, y’all. Everyone who was invited is here.
Oh, but you can. But you may have to metaphorically make a deal with the devil. And by “devil”, I mean Robot Devil. And by “metaphorically”, I mean get your coat. Oh right. I forgot about the battle.
Oh right. I forgot about the battle. Dear God, they’ll be killed on our doorstep! And there’s no trash pickup until January 3rd. I don’t want to be rescued. You can see how I lived before I met you. And I’d do it again! And perhaps a third time! But that would be it.
When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought “Why should I?” Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles. Roll film! And I’m his friend Jesus.
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