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The Beast with a Billion Backs

Good news, everyone! There's a report on TV with some very bad news! Actually, that's still true. We'll need to have a look inside you with this camera.

There’s one way and only one way to determine if an animal is intelligent. Dissect its brain! It’s a T. It goes “tuh”. Anyone who laughs is a communist! Morbo will now introduce tonight’s candidates… Morbo’s good friend, Richard Nixon.

I’ve been there. My folks were always on me to groom myself and wear underpants. What am I, the pope? Shut up and take my money! You know, I was God once. Bender, being God isn’t easy. If you do too much, people get dependent on you, and if you do nothing, they lose hope. You have to use a light touch. Like a safecracker, or a pickpocket. Pansy.

I never loved you. OK, if everyone’s finished being stupid. Oh Leela! You’re the only person I could turn to; you’re the only person who ever loved me. Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.” These old Doomsday Devices are dangerously unstable. I’ll rest easier not knowing where they are.

I haven’t felt much of anything since my guinea pig died. Fetal stemcells, aren’t those controversial? I wish! It’s a nickel. I had more, but you go ahead. I was all of history’s great robot actors – Acting Unit 0.8; Thespomat; David Duchovny!

It’s okay, Bender. I like cooking too. Why am I sticky and naked? Did I miss something fun? Why am I sticky and naked? Did I miss something fun? I just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Fry, that doesn’t make sense. Hi, I’m a naughty nurse, and I really need someone to talk to. $9.95 a minute. You, a bobsleder!? That I’d like to see!

Okay, it’s 500 dollars, you have no choice of carrier, the battery can’t hold the charge and the reception isn’t very… Soon enough. We’re rescuing ya.

Stop it, stop it. It’s fine. I will ‘destroy’ you! But existing is basically all I do! I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside where it can fester quietly as a mental illness. I feel like I was mauled by Jesus. And why did ‘I’ have to take a cab? As an interesting side note, as a head without a body, I envy the dead.

But I know you in the future. I cleaned your poop. Yep, I remember. They came in last at the Olympics, then retired to promote alcoholic beverages! Yeah, lots of people did. Interesting. No, wait, the other thing: tedious. Um, is this the boring, peaceful kind of taking to the streets? Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it?

Kif might! Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything. Bender, being God isn’t easy. If you do too much, people get dependent on you, and if you do nothing, they lose hope. You have to use a light touch. Like a safecracker, or a pickpocket. Professor, make a woman out of me.

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The Beast with a Billion Backs

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