Good man. Nixon’s pro-war and pro-family. I found what I need. And it’s not friends, it’s things. Doomsday device? Ah, now the ball’s in Farnsworth’s court! Interesting. No, wait, the other thing: tedious. I’ve got to find a way to escape the horrible ravages of youth. Suddenly, I’m going to the bathroom like clockwork, every three hours. And those jerks at Social Security stopped sending …
