Aww, it’s true. I’ve been hiding it for so long. You mean while I’m sleeping in it? Really?! Well, thanks to the Internet, I’m now bored with sex. Is there a place on the web that panders to my lust for violence?

Soothe us with sweet lies. And then the battle’s not so bad? Oh, but you can. But you may have to metaphorically make a deal with the devil. And by ”devil”, I mean Robot Devil. And by ”metaphorically”, I mean get your coat.

As an interesting side note, as a head without a body.

Why would I want to know that? I don’t want to be rescued. You mean while I’m sleeping?

Oh sure! Blame the wizards! No argument here. Hello, little man. I will destroy you! What are their names?

The alien mothership is in orbit here. If we can hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominoes will fall like a house of cards. Checkmate. I decline the title of Iron Cook and accept the lesser title of Zinc Saucier, which I just made up. Uhh… also, comes with double prize money.

I daresay that Fry has discovered the smelliest object in the known universe! Fetal stemcells, aren’t those controversial? Now Fry, it’s been a few years since medical school, so remind me. Disemboweling in your species: fatal or non-fatal?

Who are you, my warranty?! I just told you! You’ve killed me! Throw her in the brig. Kids have names? It’s just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV. But then the winter came, and the grasshopper died, and the octopus ate all his acorns. Also he got a race car. Is any of this getting through to you?