Moving along

There, now he’s trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors! It must be wonderful. Oh right. I forgot about the battle. I am the man with no name, Zapp Brannigan! That’s not soon enough!

Whoa a real live robot; or is that some kind of cheesy New Year’s costume? Now Fry, it’s been a few years since medical school, so remind me. Disemboweling in your species: fatal or non-fatal? 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.

I’ll tell them you went down prying the wedding ring off his cold, dead finger. Come, Comrade Bender! We must take to the streets! And until then, I can never die? Tell them I hate them. It’s just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV. But then the winter came, and the grasshopper died, and the octopus ate all his acorns. Also he got a race car. Is any of this getting through to you?

No! I want to live! There are still too many things I don’t own! Is the Space Pope reptilian!? Look, everyone wants to be like Germany, but do we really have the pure strength of ‘will’? Is the Space Pope reptilian!?

Well, then good news! It’s a suppository. Tell her she looks thin. OK, if everyone’s finished being stupid. You can crush me but you can’t crush my spirit! Our love isn’t any different from yours, except it’s hotter, because I’m involved.

6 Replies to “Moving along”

  1. I’ll tell them you went down prying the wedding ring off his cold, dead finger. Come, Comrade Bender! We must take to the streets!

  2. I’ll tell them you went down prying the wedding ring off his cold, dead finger. Come, Comrade Bender! We must take to the streets!

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