Daddy Bender, we’re hungry. Whoa a real live robot; or is that some kind of cheesy New Year’s costume? I’ll tell them you went down prying the wedding ring off his cold, dead finger. It may comfort you to know that Fry’s death took only fifteen seconds, yet the pain was so intense, that it felt to him like fifteen years. And it goes without saying, it caused him to empty his bowels.
With gusto. Hey, you add a one and two zeros to that or we walk! No, just a regular mistake. I found what I need. And it’s not friends, it’s things. Noooooo! Meh.
When the lights go out, it’s nobody’s business what goes on between two consenting adults. And so we say goodbye to our beloved pet, Nibbler, who’s gone to a place where I, too, hope one day to go. The toilet.
OK, this has gotta stop. I’m going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can. Ummm…to eBay? You can crush me but you can’t crush my spirit! Well I’da done better, but it’s plum hard pleading a case while awaiting trial for that there incompetence.