Sunday 25 September 2011

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Ow! Yeah, I think so. Wait a second. Is there something different about your hooves? Oh, Lord. I'm half-horse and half-naked. Where the hell are we, hell? Bender? I know not of this Bender. I'm Titanius Inglesmith. Welcome to Cornwood! Wretched peasants, put aside your cares and feast on the succulent flesh of the roast munchkin! Care for a slice of scroto? That's his name, right?'Tis also that, sir. We're honored this eve by a visit from my friends of old, Frydo and Legola. So let the dwarves do their gay dance and let the gnomes play their sissy piccolos.
Make it gaudy. I'm going clubbing later. Sir, all planetary defenses have been disabled. Perhaps the Decapodians acquired our secret codes somehow. Well, Kif, stand by to take the blame. Dr. Zoidberg, how can you claim to love freedom, and then enslave all of Earth? Your planet doesn't deserve freedom… until it learns what it is to not have freedom. It's a lesson, I say! What the hell is this dirt pile we're building? None of your beeswax, slave. You'll find out soon enough.
It all goes back to your parents. You have a resentment to study medicine, when all you ever wanted was to be a song-and-dance man. I was raised in an orphanarium. My parents are sewer mutants who I never even met until a few years ago. Then you've got to go to them and work this song-and-dance stuff out. Maybe have them cook me nice dinner. No scallions. I hate them. Amy, cancel my appointments. Stop calling me. Bender, please don't get mad, but I think you might be playing too much Dungeons & Dragons.
Kif's parents come late and we have to stand around in swamp getting eaten alive by damn bugs? Mrs. Wong, no. The final stage of my species' life cycle is a colony of flying hookworms. You just squashed part of my father. Sorry. I guess you got plenty of bugs to spare though, huh? And the awkward meter goes up another notch. Wow, Colleen, you look so beautiful in the light of the swamp gas. Thanks. This is really fun. I love going to exotic worlds and getting hammered. Two more Harvey Wallclimbers.
Won't that crush my bones? The bones. I always forget about the bones. I refuse to be dripped out through somebody's armpit. I can vomit or urinate. How's that? My favorite so far is the bone-crushing. What about crying? That's a great idea! That or the bone one. Keep it up, men. The veneer is starting to peel. Oh, dear. I want to cry, I'll make you cry, buddy. You're a pimple on society's ass! You'll never amount to anything! I was emperor of a planet.

Friday 9 September 2011

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Tuesday 6 September 2011

Test show


Keep it down, it's the 9th inning. Here's the 0-2 pitch to Crypool. He's called on a strike three. Swing the bat, you bum! It's a boy with red hair. You saying my son's a commie? And Groady leans into the pitch. It hits him. The Mets win. Here's your baby. Okay, thanks. What should we name him? You pick. I picked dinner. I was thinking of Philip, after those screwdrivers. That's a fantastic idea. More morphine, please! Look, Yancy, it's baby Philip. I wanna be named Philip. Son, your name is Yancy, just like me, and my grandfather and so on.
You can catch me next week at the Andromeda Chuckle Hut. Enjoy your breakfast! Comedy's a dead art form. Now, tragedy? That's funny. Come on, everyone. Perhaps skiing will help us forget the moldy old antics of Conan O'Brien. Great idea! We can only hope. This snow is beautiful. I'm glad global warming never happened. Actually, it did. Thank God, Nuclear Winter canceled it out. Enough of your mindless chitchat! Let's get going! Damn it. We're stuck! At least you're not cold-blooded.
It bones for thee. The only thing that keeps me sane. eternity in which to perfect my art. Damn you! Now, when I'm found in a million years, people will know what the score was. Hey, what's bombarding me? Oh, no, an asteroid field. If even a pea-sized asteroid goes through my skull… it could hurt slightly. Well, that was fun. Now for eons of loneliness. Fellow Shrimpkins, behold him that hath taken us onto his breast. Holy frijoles. All bow before the great Metal Lord.