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coldangel

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Farnsworth: "Nom nom nom"
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Xanfor

DOOP Secretary

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Professor: I know one of you stole my jelly babies, oh my yes!
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DannyJC13

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Bender: Fuck you, Leela. *Gives finger*
Fry was filled with rage. Luckily, Lrrr was right behind him, ready to beat Bender into iron filings.
(Yes, I know it's not Lrrr...)
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NastyInThePasty

Professor

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Nixon's Head: [off-screen] Hey, I'm the one who gets to do the ""V for Victory" thing, Arooooo....!
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Inquisitor Hein
Liquid Emperor
 
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Bender "Look at my mighty metal finger, and shudder at the thought where it has been...."
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coldangel

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Bender's Final Thought: Well, we all think inter-species sex is just fun and games. Protoplasm shooting all over the place, the squelch of alien organs meshed with mutant parts; it all seems like good, clean fun. But when the heart gets involved, all your painfully acquired metaphysical insights go right out the window, and you're reduced to battling it out like the rutting chimpanzees you all are. It's not pretty. If you're in a relationship, and differences over the fundamental questions of species and genetic compatibility are making things difficult, maybe it's time to move on. Find someone new, someone who will accept you and the way your laughably limited human intelligence chooses to codify and rationalise the chaos of existence. After all, in the absence of a human God, that's all you're all doing anyway. So remember: take care of yourselves - and each other. Meatbags.
Announcer: Be sure to tune in next time, when three-headed lesbian strippers battle it out with transvestite non-corporeal porn stars! Tomorrow on Bender!
Crowd: Bender! Bender! Bender! Bender! Bender! Bender!
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coldangel

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I hate having to find new images. Ugh... the burdens of awesomeness...  It's small, but so's your penis.
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NastyInThePasty

Professor

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Fry: Is he dead? I can't look...
Bender: [kicking corpse] Yeah, he's dead.
Amy: [sniffling] Looks like no more goat's milk for our Admiral Crunch.
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i_c_weiner

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Bender: This... is... New New York! [kicks goat into hole]
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DannyJC13

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Bender: Holy Shit!
Amy: There were blanks in that gun.
Bender: Holy Shit!
Fry: I didn't even point it at him!
Bender: Holy Shit!
Amy: THOSE were blanks in that gun!
Bender HOLY SHIT!!!
Later...Fry: Bender, about before, I didn't mean to... I-I'm sorry...A small tear ran down Bender's face...Fry: Buddy, you okay?Bender slowly looked up at Fry...Bender: HOLY SHIT.
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coldangel

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Fnord for the Trek reference.
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coldangel

DOOP Secretary

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I said Fnord won. Any Star Trek reference automatically wins. Anybody who posts a caption after the winner is declared is automatically banned.
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DannyJC13

DOOP Secretary

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Zoidberg's idea of a foursome wasn't exactly right...
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