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(Explosion) Help!

and beat an explanation out of him.

Well, maybe this is him in a costume!

I've smoked a lot a paperwork in my day.

How did you get this number?

Sorry, Hermes, I drank all your white-out. (Chortles)

The Central Bureaucracy

- Is too. - Says who?

Time heals all wounds.

Oh... (Sniffles)

His name is me!

Too much papers!

and fake your death, so they'll call off the kill-bots.

Allow me to introduce myself. I am Darth Stroyer.

Maybe if I kicked the asses of Inspector Two,

I fear I may not survive this war reenactment.

Darth Trocious.

A stupid, paper-pushing bureaucrat.

So I'm doomed to die,

The phone's been disconnected, the ship's repossessed

We're gonna get fired.

'Cause I have a complaint about a defective robot.

I did like the part where they screamed.

And okay, Inspector Five screwed up.

Huh? Wasn't me.

Bender, bring me my soft chair with the wheels on it.

Where are you hiding, you coward?!

(Chuckles) It's all right.