Well I’da done better, but it’s plum hard pleading a case while awaiting trial for that there incompetence.
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Well, then good news! It’s a suppository. We need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised. Goodbye, friends. I never thought I’d die like this. But I always really hoped. Hey! I’m a porno-dealing monster, what do I care what you think?
What are you hacking off? Is it my torso?! ‘It is! ‘ My precious torso! Professor, make a woman out of me. Yeah. Give a little credit to our public schools. For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist!
Bender, you risked your life to save me!
Leela’s gonna kill me. Are you crazy? I can’t swallow that. No! The cat shelter’s on to me. That’s the ONLY thing about being a slave. I daresay that Fry has discovered the smelliest object in the known universe!
- No! The kind with looting and maybe starting a few fires!
- Have you ever tried just turning off the TV, sitting down with your children, and hitting them?
- I’ve been there. My folks were always on me to groom myself and wear underpants. What am I, the pope?
Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.”
In your time, yes, but nowadays shut up! Besides, these are adult stemcells, harvested from perfectly healthy adults whom I killed for their stemcells. I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside where it can fester quietly as a mental illness.
- Check it out, y’all. Everyone who was invited is here.
- Leela, Bender, we’re going grave robbing.
- Belligerent and numerous.
Robot 1-X, save my friends! And Zoidberg! Hey, you add a one and two zeros to that or we walk! You’re going to do his laundry? For one beautiful night I knew what it was like to be a grandmother. Subjugated, yet honored.
Ask her how her day was. They’re like sex, except I’m having them! Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree. Professor, make a woman out of me.
And so we say goodbye to our beloved pet, Nibbler, who’s gone to a place where I, too, hope one day to go. The toilet. Throw her in the brig. Shut up and take my money! It doesn’t look so shiny to me. Check it out, y’all. Everyone who was invited is here.
Robot 1-X, save my friends! And Zoidberg! We’re also Santa Claus! Throw her in the brig. Kids have names?
Then we’ll go with that data file! Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything. Negative, bossy meat creature! We’re rescuing ya.
Bender, being God isn’t easy. If you do too much, people get dependent on you, and if you do nothing, they lose hope. You have to use a light touch. Like a safecracker, or a pickpocket. We’re rescuing ya.
Is today’s hectic lifestyle making you tense and impatient? And until then, I can never die? I barely knew Philip, but as a clergyman I have no problem telling his most intimate friends all about him. That’s a popular name today. Little “e”, big “B”?
Maybe I love you so much I love you no matter who you are pretending to be. Wow, you got that off the Internet? In my day, the Internet was only used to download pornography. Also Zoidberg. We don’t have a brig.
That’s right, baby. I ain’t your loverboy Flexo, the guy you love so much. You even love anyone pretending to be him! Who are those horrible orange men? We’re rescuing ya. I meant ‘physically’. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually?
You are the last hope of the universe. Who are you, my warranty?! Who are those horrible orange men? You are the last hope of the universe. It’s okay, Bender. I like cooking too.
Oh sure! Blame the wizards! Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as “the brig”. Our love isn’t any different from yours, except it’s hotter, because I’m involved. I’ve been there. My folks were always on me to groom myself and wear underpants. What am I, the pope?
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