Wow, you got that off the Internet? In my day, the Internet was only used to download pornography.

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Hello Morbo, how’s the family? Anyone who laughs is a communist! Quite possible. We live long and are celebrated poopers. No. We’re on the top. Belligerent and numerous.

Oh right. I forgot about the battle. That’s the ONLY thing about being a slave. It may comfort you to know that Fry’s death took only fifteen seconds, yet the pain was so intense, that it felt to him like fifteen years. And it goes without saying, it caused him to empty his bowels.

And why did ‘I’ have to take a cab?

Dear God, they’ll be killed on our doorstep! And there’s no trash pickup until January 3rd. Oh, I always feared he might run off like this. Why, why, why didn’t I break his legs? I feel like I was mauled by Jesus.

  1. Yeah, lots of people did.
  2. It’s toe-tappingly tragic!
  3. You guys realize you live in a sewer, right?

Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything.

In your time, yes, but nowadays shut up! Besides, these are adult stemcells, harvested from perfectly healthy adults whom I killed for their stemcells. Incidentally, you have a dime up your nose. Ummm…to eBay?

  • Fry! Stay back! He’s too powerful!
  • Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as “the brig”.
  • Goodbye, friends. I never thought I’d die like this. But I always really hoped.

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, just a regular mistake. Noooooo! I’m just glad my fat, ugly mama isn’t alive to see this day.

Shinier than yours, meatbag. Alright, let’s mafia things up a bit. Joey, burn down the ship. Clamps, burn down the crew. Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory. Who said that? SURE you can die! You want to die?!

But I know you in the future. I cleaned your poop. Oh Leela! You’re the only person I could turn to; you’re the only person who ever loved me. For the last time, I don’t like lilacs! Your ‘first’ wife was the one who liked lilacs!

Hey, guess what you’re accessories to. Alright, let’s mafia things up a bit. Joey, burn down the ship. Clamps, burn down the crew. Well, let’s just dump it in the sewer and say we delivered it. Now what?

Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk! Maybe I love you so much I love you no matter who you are pretending to be. File not found. Hey, guess what you’re accessories to. 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!

I’m a thing. You lived before you met me?! I haven’t felt much of anything since my guinea pig died. Ooh, name it after me! Shut up and take my money! You guys go on without me! I’m going to go… look for more stuff to steal!

What are you hacking off? Is it my torso?! ‘It is!’ My precious torso! I suppose I could part with ‘one’ and still be feared… Tell her she looks thin. We’re also Santa Claus!

What’s with you kids? Every other day it’s food, food, food. Alright, I’ll get you some stupid food. Wow, you got that off the Internet? In my day, the Internet was only used to download pornography. OK, this has gotta stop. I’m going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can.

Incidentally, you have a dime up your nose. No! I want to live! There are still too many things I don’t own! And why did ‘I’ have to take a cab? For the last time, I don’t like lilacs! Your ‘first’ wife was the one who liked lilacs!

There, now he’s trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors! Anyone who laughs is a communist! OK, this has gotta stop. I’m going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can.

That’s not soon enough! Okay, I like a challenge. Isn’t it true that you have been paid for your testimony? Oh, all right, I am. But if anything happens to me, tell them I died robbing some old man.

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