Okay, I like a challenge. Who are those horrible orange men? WINDMILLS DO NOT WORK THAT WAY! GOOD NIGHT! Hi, I’m a naughty nurse, and I really need someone to talk to. $9.95 a minute.
Oh, you’re a dollar naughtier than most. Come, Comrade Bender! We must take to the streets! Ow, my spirit! You can see how I lived before I met you. I guess because my parents keep telling me to be more ladylike. As though!
- Bender, you risked your life to save me!
- Shinier than yours, meatbag.
- Ok, we’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go ride the bumper cars.
You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM! You’re going back for the Countess, aren’t you? Or a guy who burns down a bar for the insurance money! Kif, I have mated with a woman. Inform the men. 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. OK, if everyone’s finished being stupid.
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