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Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died. Look, everyone wants to be like Germany, but do we really have the pure strength of ‘will’? We need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised.

Well, let’s just dump it in the sewer and say we delivered it. You are the last hope of the universe. Of all the friends I’ve had… you’re the first. Oh, I always feared he might run off like this. Why, why, why didn’t I break his legs? I love this planet! I’ve got wealth, fame, and access to the depths of sleaze that those things bring.

Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory. 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. She also liked to shut up!

Why not indeed! We’re also Santa Claus! I videotape every customer that comes in here, so that I may blackmail them later. Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree. Would you censor the Venus de Venus just because you can see her spewers? Our love isn’t any different from yours, except it’s hotter, because I’m involved.

Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything. I suppose I could part with ‘one’ and still be feared… I haven’t felt much of anything since my guinea pig died.

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And I’m his friend Jesus. Incidentally, you have a dime up your nose. Dr. Zoidberg, that doesn’t make sense. But, okay!

[laughing evilly] THE BIG BRAIN AM WINNING AGAIN! I AM THE GREETEST! NOW I AM LEAVING EARTH, FOR NO RAISEN! Kif might! That’s a popular name today. Little “e”, big “B”? No! Don’t jump! Just once I’d like to eat dinner with a celebrity who isn’t bound and gagged.

I don’t know what you did, Fry, but once again, you screwed up! Now all the planets are gonna start cracking wise about our mamas. Ok, we’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go ride the bumper cars. Why would I want to know that?

What are you hacking off? Is it my torso?! ‘It is!’ My precious torso! Wow! A superpowers drug you can just rub onto your skin? You’d think it would be something you’d have to freebase. No! The cat shelter’s on to me. 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? Hello Morbo, how’s the family? All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school!

And when we woke up, we had these bodies. Ummm…to eBay? I don’t want to be rescued.

Fresh start

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