As an interesting side note, as a head without a body, I envy the dead. Bender, we’re trying our best. Throw her in the brig. I suppose I could part with ‘one’ and still be feared… Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk! Tell them I hate them.
Fry and the Slurm Factory
Um, is this the boring, peaceful kind of taking to the streets? Daddy Bender, we’re hungry. Switzerland is small and neutral! We are more like Germany, ambitious and misunderstood! You won’t have time for sleeping, soldier, not with all the bed making you’ll be doing.
- 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.
- Five hours? Aw, man! Couldn’t you just get me the death penalty?
- Um, is this the boring, peaceful kind of taking to the streets?
Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. I never loved you. 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’re going to do his laundry?
For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! Why am I sticky and naked? Did I miss something fun? I love you, buddy! You are the last hope of the universe. Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them. Five hours? Aw, man! Couldn’t you just get me the death penalty?
- Why would a robot need to drink?
- Have you ever tried just turning off the TV, sitting down with your children, and hitting them?
- Take me to your leader!
That’s a popular name today. Little “e”, big “B”? You guys go on without me! I’m going to go… look for more stuff to steal! Your best is an idiot!
The Birdbot of Ice-Catraz
Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.” Or a guy who burns down a bar for the insurance money! Well I’da done better, but it’s plum hard pleading a case while awaiting trial for that there incompetence. Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as “the brig”. Meh.