You’re going back for the Countess, aren’t you?
Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory. Who’s brave enough to fly into something we all keep calling a death sphere? Who are you, my warranty?! Wow, you got that off the Internet? In my day, the Internet was only used to download pornography.
I haven’t felt much of anything since my guinea pig died. Alright, let’s mafia things up a bit. Joey, burn down the ship. Clamps, burn down the crew. No! The kind with looting and maybe starting a few fires!
Now what?
And why did ‘I’ have to take a cab? I can explain. It’s very valuable. They’re like sex, except I’m having them! Oh, all right, I am. But if anything happens to me, tell them I died robbing some old man.
- Hey, guess what you’re accessories to.
- Meh.
- Eeeee! Now say “nuclear wessels”!
You don’t know how to do any of those.
We don’t have a brig. 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. When the lights go out, it’s nobody’s business what goes on between two consenting adults.
- All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school!
- When will that be?
- Now Fry, it’s been a few years since medical school, so remind me. Disemboweling in your species: fatal or non-fatal?
Why not indeed! Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything. Well, then good news! It’s a suppository. I barely knew Philip, but as a clergyman I have no problem telling his most intimate friends all about him.
I’ve got to find a way to escape the horrible ravages of youth. Suddenly, I’m going to the bathroom like clockwork, every three hours. And those jerks at Social Security stopped sending me checks. Now ‘I” have to pay ”them’! We need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised.
Oh Leela! You’re the only person I could turn to; you’re the only person who ever loved me. A sexy mistake. Why would a robot need to drink? Look, last night was a mistake.
Enough about your promiscuous mother, Hermes! We have bigger problems. For one beautiful night I knew what it was like to be a grandmother. Subjugated, yet honored. Yeah, I do that with my stupidness. Does anybody else feel jealous and aroused and worried?
