Few fires

With a warning label this big, you know they gotta be fun! OK, this has gotta stop. I’m going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can. Is that a cooking show? Yes! In your face, Gandhi! Ow, my spirit!

Spare me your space age technobabble, Attila the Hun! Wow! A superpowers drug you can just rub onto your skin? You’d think it would be something you’d have to freebase. Hey, tell me something. You’ve got all this money. How come you always dress like you’re doing your laundry?

You’re going to do his laundry? Hey! I’m a porno-dealing monster, what do I care what you think? With a warning label this big, you know they gotta be fun! I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Anyone who laughs is a communist!

Dear God, they’ll be killed on our doorstep! And there’s no trash pickup until January 3rd. You wouldn’t. Ask anyway! This is the worst part. The calm before the battle. Who said that? SURE you can die! You want to die?!

Actually, that’s still true. Bender, hurry! This fuel’s expensive! Also, we’re dying! I never loved you. You mean while I’m sleeping in it? Oh right. I forgot about the battle.

Why am I sticky and naked? Did I miss something fun? There’s no part of that sentence I didn’t like! And why did ‘I’ have to take a cab? OK, if everyone’s finished being stupid. Enough about your promiscuous mother, Hermes! We have bigger problems.