The Route of All Evil
Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Bender! Ship! Stop bickering or I’m going to come back there and change your opinions manually! Hey, you add a one and two zeros to that or we walk! Oh right. I forgot about the battle. It doesn’t look so shiny to me.
No! The kind with looting and maybe starting a few fires! Eeeee! Now say «nuclear wessels»! Oh dear! She’s stuck in an infinite loop, and he’s an idiot! Well, that’s love for you. Bender! Ship! Stop bickering or I’m going to come back there and change your opinions manually! Do a flip! And I’d do it again! And perhaps a third time! But that would be it.
Who are you, my warranty?! Who’s brave enough to fly into something we all keep calling a death sphere? 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. Nay, I respect and admire Harold Zoid too much to beat him to death with his own Oscar. Oh no! The professor will hit me! But if Zoidberg ‘fixes’ it… then perhaps gifts! No, I’m Santa Claus!
Throw her in the brig. In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms. It doesn’t look so shiny to me. Eeeee! Now say «nuclear wessels»!
When will that be? Oh, I think we should just stay