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NastyInThePasty
Professor
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Fry: When does the monkey start throwing barrels at me...?
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coldangel
DOOP Secretary
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As a side-note - I was somewhat bothered by how many people Fry kills in that game. Sure, they were trying to kill him, but it still doesn't seem like the kind of thing he'd do.
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i_c_weiner
DOOP Secretary
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Fry: Prepare to be pixelated.
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Svip
Administrator
DOOP Secretary
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Fry: Alright! It's Saturday night, I have no date, a two-litre bottle of Shasta and my all-Rush mix tape. Let's rock!
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futz
Liquid Emperor
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Fry: Aw crap they're gay! My mighty sperm gun has no effect on them!
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coldangel
DOOP Secretary
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Everybody loses. i_c_weiner loses the least.
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futz
Liquid Emperor
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Although the Professor was a man of Science he still held a weekly seance where he sought guidance from the spirits of processing chips that had passed on due to static electricity. They were of limited help, however, since no one would hold hands/claws.
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NastyInThePasty
Professor
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Prof. Farnsworth: ...and this is the symbol I'll paint on his side. What do you all think about my little genetic experiment, everyone?
Fry: I already saw "Bolt".
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coldangel
DOOP Secretary
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Farnsworth: Allow me to introduce your new team-member: The Squire of Gothos!
Leela (to Trelane): I object to you. I object to intellect without discipline. I object to power without constructive purpose.
Trelane: You've earned my wrath! Go back. Go back to your ship! All of you! And prepare: you're all dead! You, especially, Leela!
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Frisco17
DOOP Secretary
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Professor: "So in short thanks to the resonance cascade caused by Doctor Zoidberg we're all just going to have to learn to live with these damn headcrabs.
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i_c_weiner
DOOP Secretary
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Ugh, it's so close! I'll decide in the morning.
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i_c_weiner
DOOP Secretary
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I'll go with NastyInThePasty. Fry would say that.
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coldangel
DOOP Secretary
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Leela: Here, sexually-frustrated ice-giant woman - try this rudimentary stone-age dildo I fashioned with my mighty opposable thumbs. No, you keep it now...
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Svip
Administrator
DOOP Secretary
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Leela: Here, sexually-frustrated ice-giant woman - try this rudimentary stone-age dildo I fashioned with my mighty opposable thumbs. No, you keep it now...
Farnsworth: I invented the pointy rock tied to a stick! I'll kill you!
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i_c_weiner
DOOP Secretary
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Leela: I was looking pretty feminine in here until you came along!
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Svip
Administrator
DOOP Secretary
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i_c_weiner
DOOP Secretary
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Voice from box: He's dead, Jim. Bender: And now you're bones too!
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NastyInThePasty
Professor
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Fry: Hey, I don't remember ordering honey on our pizza...!
Bender: Fry...look around you.
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Frisco17
DOOP Secretary
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Leela: "Alright, who covered the radio in golden syrup?"
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i_c_weiner
DOOP Secretary
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Leela: "Alright, who covered the radio in golden syrup?"
Oh god! Things are leaking from the test theaad to the rest of PEEL! What are we, /test/tards?!
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