http://www.futurama-madhouse.com.ar/fanfic/nnypd_no_clue.shtml

YAY!!!

One question: Muffin??

I wrote a little tonight. It's a Fry and Morris scene. So uh, here:

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Originally posted by Venus:
Hey Zed, any word on your fic? You said you finished it like forever ago.

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Huh?
Oh yes, so I did

Er...yeah, I'm currently rewriting the entire thing, but I'm fairly confi- oh no, don't say a date because you'll never keep it.
It'll be finished soon - What did I just tell you!?!
It'll be finished.

But thanks for the interest BTW

Yippee!

Kif White: I've been following your writing for a while now, and your talent just amazes me. I can't wait for your next update on TLZ. I'm really interested to see what's going to happen in A Past With No Future.

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Originally posted by Layla50:
You're just... you're just so good. (Makes me want to hide my fic in shame.)

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Seriously? You're kidding! your fic makes me want to hide mine in shame! I seriously wish i had your vocabulary.

Venus, I continue to urge you to start a thread and start posting bits from the beginning. You don't have to update often, but it will lessen the intimidating task of reading 130+ pages. What if Kenneth had released all of Universe of Malice in one chapter? And besides, you'll have people pandering to you at every update, which is a plus for you. And trust me, it'll be much easier to pander to your ego and respond to your work by sequential chapter, instead of all at once. Either that, or at least release the story as chapters to TLZ...

Actually, scratch this entire argument. You're the one that can read whole books in a single sitting... but think of the uncultured / A.D.D. ones!!

I’ve had a few e-mails asking when the next part of my fic is going to show up, so I thought I’d better say: no time soon. Sorry. But I’ve got first drafts of several scenes on my hard drive, so here’s one that sort of stands on its own. For the moment, I’ll let you decide for yourself what happens next:

Spoilers ahead! Highlight to read.

Hearing the sound of the holophonor brought back the memory of that night at the opera. When the final notes had faded into the distance, she’d made her way down to the stage... Fry set down his instrument, and stood as he heard the sound of heels approaching across the stage. Leela took hold of his hands, knowing this time they would be warm and human. She began raising them to her cheek. ‘Fry, that was so...’ she paused in mid-sentence, a little confused as to why Fry’s arms didn’t seem to be following his hands. ‘Ewwwww!’ Fry looked down at his wrists: ‘Oh crud, not again...’ Leela fought the temptation to let go: no-one had taught her the correct etiquette for handling amputated limbs, but she was quite sure that dropping them on the floor in front of their recent owner was not very polite. A now-familiar voice rose from the bowels of the earth: ‘Sorry about that, Fry’ sneered the robot devil, with obvious insincerity. ‘It sometimes happens when I’m in a hurry. You know where to get them fixed, don’t you? Bwaahahahaha...’ Fry looked up at Leela rather sheepishly. ‘Could you come with me? I need someone to hold my hand... s.’ The receptionist didn’t look up from her 3D crossword as they entered. ‘Replacement or reattachment?’ she asked, in a tone of voice that suggested she didn’t care which, so long as the answer was one or the other and didn’t require her to take part in a conversation. ‘Reattachment please’ responded Fry. The receptionist reached out to a pile of surgical steel trays and placed one on the counter. Leela set Fry’s hands down on the tray, with what she hoped wouldn’t be seen as unseemly haste. Still concentrating on the puzzle, the receptionist picked up the receptacle and put it on the conveyor beside her. ‘Patient can go through’ she said to no-one in particular, and Fry followed the tray into the next room. Leela took a seat and began reflecting on the day’s events, which had followed a less than optimum trajectory and were now well and truly off course. After the opera she’d expected to go for a meal with the rest of the crew, or maybe just Fry... Instead, she was sitting alone in the harsh light and antiseptic atmosphere of an on-the-spot surgery emporium, feeling terribly overdressed for her surroundings. To make matters worse, Calculon’s ‘ears’ had started picking up transmissions from the local cab company, a remote baby monitor, and what sounded like an FBI bug planted in some congressman’s hotel room.

http://www.futurama-madhouse.com.ar/fanfic/season_a_02.shtml

If you didn't read Episode 1, I suggest you do so here -

http://www.futurama-madhouse.com.ar/fanfic/season_a_01a.shtml

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With a brand new fanfic. That's right, I'm back in the fanfic loop.

SpyOrama 9, "The Bot With the Golden Chip". Parodying the James Bond classic, "The Man With the Golden Gun", but also parodying the modern verison of "The Manchurian Candidate"

Spoilers ahead! Highlight to read.
The story features the Robot Mafia getting Calculon to run against Nixon in the 3000 election. Only Agents 014 and 1BDI can stop them. Zoidberg is Nixon's bodyguard. And since, this is my first fanfic back, I've thrown in Chaz and Morgan to shake things up. Jinx also adds a new alias to her list and Ironfinger is just Ironinfinger.

Thank you TLZ and to the rest of you enjoy.

http://www.futurama-madhouse.com.ar/fanfic/the_bot_with_the_golden_chip.shtml

Spoilers ahead! Highlight to read.

Leela was relaxed. Very relaxed. An indulgence she had almost never allowed herself in the presence of others until fairly recently. It was difficult to let one’s guard down after years of relying on it merely to survive the day. But for the first time in her life she was among people who she honestly believed cared deeply for her. She felt safe with them. All of them. Even Fry, who at the moment was trying to impress her parents with rather mundane tales of their life on the surface. Her parents, of course, were completely enraptured. Personally Leela didn’t find walking down Mulberry street after sundown to be all that harrowing, but to hear Fry tell it one would think they were risking life and limb just for a decent cup of coffee. When Fry launched into a creepy exaggeration of the time they were accosted by Craig the Crack Addict and Munda began to look frightened Leela decided it was time to step in. She didn’t want her mom to have something else to have a complex about. “Okay!” Leela exclaimed with a clap of her hands. “As much as I hate interrupting such a fascinating story, It’s starting to get late, and Fry don’t you have work tomorrow?” Fry pouted pathetically. Every conversation he had with Leela that began with ‘it’s starting to get late’ always ended with him having to leave. “I was just gonna ditch…” “No! You are not ditching. Not on my account. You’ve ditched enough.” “She’s right dear,” Munda agreed gently. “You need to take your life off of pause. You’ve done a wonderful job taking care of our daughter. Now it’s time to take care of yourself.” Slumping miserably in his seat, Fry sighed. “Could I visit during my lunch break at least?” Munda smiled at him affectionately. “I’d be amazed if you didn’t.” Though reluctant Fry stood to leave. Not wanting him to feel like he was being dismissed Leela stood too. “I’ll walk you to the ladder.” She offered. Fry smiled gratefully. “Oh, hold on,” Munda interrupted suddenly. “I packed Fry some leftovers to take with him.” She dashed to the kitchen before Fry could react. When she returned she forced a large plastic bag into his hands. “Uh…thanks, but you really didn‘t need to go through the trouble...” Fry said looking somewhat bewildered. “Nonsense.” Munda dismissed. “If you eat the way Morris did when he was a bachelor you need all the nutrition you can get.” “I ate fine.” Morris huffed indignantly. “Microwavable does not equal fine!” Leaving her parents to argue the merits of homemade versus pre-packaged Leela grasped Fry’s hand and led him outside. They rounded the house in silence pausing once they reached the ladder’s edge. “Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then…” Fry said softly as he slid the handles of the plastic bag onto his arm so that he would have free use of his hands. “Yeah.” He hugged her, the bag on his arm making things a little awkward. “I love you.” He whispered softly before pulling away. At her startled expression he shrugged sheepishly. “You never know what’s gonna happen. I just wanted to say it incase something else goes bad and I don’t get the chance to say it again.” Afraid that a rejection might be coming his way he turned and hurriedly started up the ladder leaving Leela standing stunned below him.

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computer over?!
virus=very yes?!
... and de compy just peed my carpet. (r.i.p. compy 386!)

Scene 1. First the professor was working. Professor: darn these bills. They suck more then hell. I have to come up with one penny by tommorow.

Then professor heard a voice.

Professor: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Fry: I can't beleave this.

Leela: Professor locked us in.

Then the door opened and the professor walked in, he fell down.

Hermes: Oh my, praise the Lord! He's got a knife in his back.

Bender: And we care why?

Then the lights went out and they went back on. Hermes he was pinned against the wall with a pencil in his head.

Zoidberg: this is to much.

Then he ran out of the room.

Fry: Let's just try and Zoidberg.

Leela: oh my Praise the Lord!. Someone ate him.

Then you see the left over shells and you see Amy and Kiff's bodies. Then Zap Brannigan came out. Zap: Leela, I'm the killer because I wanted you all myself.

Then the grim guy from issue 19 came out.

Grim Guy: And I wanted revenge Leela, on you.

Then they threw knifes at Bender and Fry. then grim stabbed Zap and he stabbed himself.

Leela: I wonder why he did that.

The end.