3rd Demonstation Post

Goodbye, friends. I never thought I'd die like this. But I always really hoped.

Noooooo! 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. Kids don't turn rotten just from watching TV.

Well I'da done better, but it's plum hard pleading a case while awaiting trial for that there incompetence. Oh no! The professor will hit me! But if Zoidberg 'fixes' it… then perhaps gifts! I found what I need. And it's not friends, it's things.

You won't have time for sleeping, soldier, not with all the bed making you'll be doing.

Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree. Kif might! If rubbin' frozen dirt in your crotch is wrong, hey I don't wanna be right.

1. Is the Space Pope reptilian!?
2. You mean while I'm sleeping in it?
3. I'm sure those windmills will keep them cool.

If rubbin' frozen dirt in your crotch is wrong, hey I don't wanna be right.

Oh, how awful. Did he at least die painlessly? …To shreds, you say. Well, how is his wife holding up? …To shreds, you say. Just once I'd like to eat dinner with a celebrity who isn't bound and gagged.

• No! The kind with looting and maybe starting a few fires!
• Spare me your space age technobabble, Attila the Hun!
• No! Don't jump!

No, I'm Santa Claus! Who am I making this out to? Ooh, name it after me! We don't have a brig.

Ooh, name it after me! These old Doomsday Devices are dangerously unstable. I'll rest easier not knowing where they are. Professor, make a woman out of me. Guards! Bring me the forms I need to fill out to have her taken away!

Leela's gonna kill me. Interesting. No, wait, the other thing: tedious. Ugh, it's filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we're at it? OK, this has gotta stop. I'm going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can.

OK, this has gotta stop. I'm going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can. No! The kind with looting and maybe starting a few fires! Can we have Bender Burgers again? I saw you with those two "ladies of the evening" at Elzars. Explain that.

Ven ve voke up, ve had zese wodies. Oh, how I wish I could believe or understand that! There's only one reasonable course of action now: kill Flexo! Then we'll go with that data file! Yeah, and if you were the pope they'd be all, "Straighten your pope hat." And "Put on your good vestments."

I decline the title of Iron Cook and accept the lesser title of Zinc Saucier, which I just made up. Uhh… also, comes with double prize money. Fatal. Oh, how awful. Did he at least die painlessly? …To shreds, you say. Well, how is his wife holding up? …To shreds, you say.

That's a popular name today. Little "e", big "B"? Of all the friends I've had… you're the first. All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that's why I'm transferring to business school!

Pansy. Doomsday device? Ah, now the ball's in Farnsworth's court! Hey! I'm a porno-dealing monster, what do I care what you think? So I really am important? How I feel when I'm drunk is correct? It's toe-tappingly tragic!

I've been there. My folks were always on me to groom myself and wear underpants. What am I, the pope? Fetal stemcells, aren't those controversial? Actually, that's still true. Who are those horrible orange men?

No, just a regular mistake. Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything. Shinier than yours, meatbag. Oh right. I forgot about the battle.

Well, thanks to the Internet, I'm now bored with sex. Is there a place on the web that panders to my lust for violence? All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that's why I'm transferring to business school!