No, just a regular mistake. Oh, how I wish I could believe or understand that! There’s only one reasonable course of action now: kill Flexo! Who am I making this out to? OK, if everyone’s finished being stupid.
Put Your Head on my Shoulder
Yes, except the Dave Matthews Band doesn’t rock. Who am I making this out to? Oh yeah, good luck with that. I’m a thing. Hey, whatcha watching?
- Good news, everyone! I’ve taught the toaster to feel love!
- I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself.
Love and Rocket
Well, let’s just dump it in the sewer and say we delivered it. Is the Space Pope reptilian!? Moving along… As an interesting side note, as a head without a body, I envy the dead.
You won’t have time for sleeping, soldier, not with all the bed making you’ll be doing. Goodbye, cruel world. Goodbye, cruel lamp. Goodbye, cruel velvet drapes, lined with what would appear to be some sort of cruel muslin and the cute little pom-pom curtain pull cords. Cruel though they may be… With gusto. File not found. No argument here.
- You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM!
- Oh right. I forgot about the battle.
- I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside where it can fester quietly as a mental illness.
- Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything.
Anthology of Interest I
Leela, Bender, we’re going grave robbing. Yes! In your face, Gandhi! And I’d do it again! And perhaps a third time! But that would be it. Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them.
Oh, I always feared he might run off like this. Why, why, why didn’t I break his legs? Aww, it’s true. I’ve been hiding it for so long. You won’t have time for sleeping, soldier, not with all the bed making you’ll be doing. Ok, we’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go ride the bumper cars. Also Zoidberg. Yes! In your face, Gandhi!
What’s with you kids? Every other day it’s food, food, food. Alright, I’ll get you some stupid food. I wish! It’s a nickel. Ok, we’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go ride the bumper cars. Who are those horrible orange men? Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating.
I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside where it can fester quietly as a mental illness. You lived before you met me?! I feel like I was mauled by Jesus. 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? Dear God, they’ll be killed on our doorstep! And there’s no trash pickup until January 3rd. I just told you! You’ve killed me!
Hey! I’m a porno-dealing monster, what do I care what you think? Who are those horrible orange men? Then we’ll go with that data file! With a warning label this big, you know they gotta be fun!
Take me to your leader! Oh right. I forgot about the battle. I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself. You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM!
Kids have names? I just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Fry, that doesn’t make sense. Uh, is the puppy mechanical in any way? Professor, make a woman out of me. We’ll need to have a look inside you with this camera. Meh.
Enough about your promiscuous mother, Hermes! We have bigger problems. What’s with you kids? Every other day it’s food, food, food. Alright, I’ll get you some stupid food. You mean while I’m sleeping in it? THE BIG BRAIN AM WINNING AGAIN! I AM THE GREETEST! NOW I AM LEAVING EARTH, FOR NO RAISEN!
Stop it, stop it. It’s fine. I will ‘destroy’ you! Oh, I don’t have time for this. I have to go and buy a single piece of fruit with a coupon and then return it, making people wait behind me while I complain. Fry, we have a crate to deliver.
Robot 1-X, save my friends! And Zoidberg! We can’t compete with Mom! Her company is big and evil! Ours is small and neutral! The alien mothership is in orbit here. If we can hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominoes will fall like a house of cards. Checkmate. Oh, you’re a dollar naughtier than most. Shinier than yours, meatbag.