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Alright, Leela!

Not without our help.

At yet it still hasn't stop the illusive bathroom burglar.

As long as robo-Leela's not a jealous type like me, things will

I tossed him into the stem cells, but he just bubbled away like flem on a hot sidewalk.

- Are they dead? - No, no, no, no. Much worse.

You must burn off the doomsday energy as fast as it's produced,

Okay, fine. If you're gonna be like that, I'm not going anywhere.

- Maybe you're right. - Maybe I'm always right.

How is this possible? And can you believe she wore a tanktop to my funeral?

Shut! The! Fuck! Up!

He's mine! Back off, missy!

Futurama had never been cancelled by idiots, then brought back by bigger idiots.

Am I really just a human? I mean, I have Shizuka's memories,

I surblibed, with only trivial brain damblage!

At least it's something to distract me from Leela.