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Tachyon
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Let me see... sorry, not this time. This time, it's Dan:
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Beamer
DOOP Secretary
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"Cool, a picture of The Jetsons!"
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futz
Liquid Emperor
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Bender: I will control the vertical. I will control the horizontal. You have entered - The Bender Zone. Boweeeooo...dun-da!
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futz
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Bender: After a 1000 years nobody cares, meatbag.
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Fnord
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Bender: I will control the vertical. I will control the horizontal. You have entered - The Bender Zone. Boweeeooo...dun-da!
Sorry, that was "The Outer Limits" ...
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DannyJC13
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I'll give it to Fnord.
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Beamer
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T. Groening was at it again, plagiarising his brother Matt's work. "It's different," he insisted. "THIS ROBOT'S A BABY!" But Matt saw through his brother's disguise. Which is why he called him at precisely midnight the following Tuesday. "Come, brother." He said to T over the phone. "We have much to discuss. Won't you come for a drive with me?" "Now now, Matt," T responded. "You know my fiance is giving birth tomorrow morning." "I care not for births. Now get in," Matt hissed. T heard the sound of a car horn from outside his window. He opened the blinds to see Matt Groening standing on the sidewalk in front of his car, holding a revolver. T gulped, looked around to his sweet, beautiful wife-to-be as she slept, blissfully unaware of Matt's increasing insanity. T put on his coat and slunk out of the room. Then out of the house. He knew fully well it would be the last time he'd ever set foot in there again. "Get in," Matt demanded, pointing the revolver directly at his brother's temple. "You don't have to do this, Matt," T pleaded. "There has to be another way. I'll stop copying your work, I promise!" Matt let out a sigh, opened the car door and got in the driver's seat. He placed one hand on the wheel, the other one still holding the revolver and pointing it at his brother's sweat-drenched head. "See, T, that's the thing about promises," Matt said. "They have a funny little way of going unfulfilled. But not MY promises, T. Not mine. And, rest assured, brother..." "No." "I PROMISE you..." "No Matt, please..." "I PROMISE that this will be as painless as possible, so long as you comply." T wiped the tears away from his face, and resigned himself to his fate. He meekly nodded, then got in the passenger's seat. Matt started up the engine and the two drove together for several hours, with Matt not saying a single word the entire time. It wasn't long before the pair were driving through the forest, almost aimlessly. "Please, Matt," T begged. "Think about my partner. And my child. And..." Matt shot T a look of sheer contempt. "... Your brother." T slunk down into his seat. He knew there was no way of getting through to Matt. Another hour passed. "Get out," Matt said. T had almost fallen back asleep at this point, and was startled by the sound of his brother's voice. He turned to see the gun pointed at his temple once again. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FUCKING CAR, YOU THIEF! There's only room for ONE Groening in this world." T opened his mouth and went to argue, but knew it was futile. Slowly and mournfully, he moved his hand towards the door and opened it, with each second feeling like an eternity. "I love you, brother," he said, his face soaked from his own tears. BANG!!! The gunshot sounded, echoing throughout the forest that surrounded them. T's eyes, which had been closed in fear, opened again. He realised he was still alive, before looking down to see a gunshot wound right in the centre of his stomach. Blood was pouring out at an alarming rate. "Wh-Wh.... What have you done, brother?" T asked, barely able to summon up the words as they pitifully crept out of his lips. Matt began to approach T, savouring every step along the way. He put the barrel of the gun inside the bullet hole wound and began to twist it. T collapsed to the floor in sheer agony. "Y-Y-You pr-promised it w-w-w-w-would be... Pain... Less..." T wept, knowing these would be the final words he'd ever be able to muster. "See, T, that's the thing about promises," Matt said. "They have a funny little way of going unfulfilled." Matt placed the barrel of the gun to T's head this time, smearing his face with the insides of his own stomach in the process. Matt looked down in sheer delight at his brother's misery before placing his finger on the trigger once again. ...
BANG.
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TheMadCapper
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UberMod
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The Invisible Man always had an exhibitionist streak that went unfulfilled until he met Morbo, who would do... things... while on air.
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Beamer
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This was the moment Linda realised that Morbo's affair with the cameraman had started to compromise his image.
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futz
Liquid Emperor
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Morbo attempts to teach Linda his species traditional greeting that involves simultaneous burping and farting.
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Beamer
DOOP Secretary
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Yay, I wo.... Oh. Wait.
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Beamer
DOOP Secretary
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FARNSWORTH: Presenting the winner of the caption contest, Bender!
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