There, now he’s trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors!
I’ll get my kit! Look, last night was a mistake. Our love isn’t any different from yours, except it’s hotter, because I’m involved. You’ll have all the Slurm you can drink when you’re partying with Slurms McKenzie!
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. You guys go on without me! I’m going to go… look for more stuff to steal!
And I’d do it again! And perhaps a third time! But that would be it.
And I’m his friend Jesus. Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. You know, I was God once. Oh, how awful. Did he at least die painlessly? …To shreds, you say. Well, how is his wife holding up? …To shreds, you say.
- Stop it, stop it. It’s fine. I will ‘destroy’ you!
- Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.”
- Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you!
I’ll get my kit!
Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Alright, let’s mafia things up a bit. Joey, burn down the ship. Clamps, burn down the crew. Kids don’t turn rotten just from watching TV. Oh no! The professor will hit me! But if Zoidberg ‘fixes’ it… then perhaps gifts!
- With a warning label this big, you know they gotta be fun!
- I feel like I was mauled by Jesus.
- Oh no! The professor will hit me! But if Zoidberg ‘fixes’ it… then perhaps gifts!
