Love in the Reflection of a Glass Window in Eternity

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Love in the Reflection of a Glass Window In Eternity.

Zoidberg rummaged through the Planet Express garbage. It had been a fine day for him, he had rediscovered the meaning of youth and was willing to partake in its pleasures. He took out an apple core and lovingly grasped it in his tentacle-thingies. How he loved the taste of rot, it reminded him of finding his father, whom he never even knew. That's about the time Hermes came out of nowhere.
"Hey mon! What are you doing to the, garbage?!" zoidberg looked up into those Jamaican eyes he had loved for so long. He wish he could tell Hermes how he felt for him. All these years he had pretended to hate Hermes as to hide his somewhat off-the-wall emotions for him.

"None of your business, leave zoidberg alone!" Zoidberg stood up and accidentily revealed the large erection that his subsconscious mind had built for Hermes. Hermes could only stare.
"We need to have a talk, mon." Hermes pointed tot he office door. Zoidberg feared what was coming to him. What did he really do? Could he really get in trouble for this? They went into the office and Zoidberg sat across from Hermes. "I love you, Zoidy!" Surprise overcame Zoidberg and he began dancing a mating dance his people often danced.
"Hermes, Jamaican me crazy", he said. Hermes started caressing Zoidberg and Zoidberg massaged Hermes' forehead with his tentacles. They fell onto the desk and made sweet passionate love until the wee hours. Then they woke up, ate some meat, and made love again. It was beautiful. That's when Hermes remembered Zoidberg's species die after mating and that Zoidberg had been dead since the first time
"Why must love come at such a cost?"
Hermes took the corpse of Zoidberg and put it in his closet for later use.

Meanwhile, Fry and Leela were fight the Zetbotanoids on Spermie 8. Fry looked at the moon in the distance. The moon was like his love, round and made of cheese. It was beautiful as well, like his love. He loved his love as much you could love your lover. Yes, the moon was a symbol for his undying hate. Much like the sun was a symbol for love and the moon a symbol for it too. Of course, the sun only symbolized his hate. How he hated hate and his love for hating his love. He hated his love as much as one could hate someone they love. Sometimes, he just felt "okay" with his love. But he was never okay with it. He looked over at Leela who was painting a picture of the friendly Zebotanoids. The Zebotanoids had become like a family to them and Fry and Leela were happy to live in peace with them. That's when Leela entered the room and told him:
"I'm marrying Gorgak, he's the Zebotanoid he showed us around."
Fry tore out some hair out of pure jealousy. Leela was marrying an enemy soldier.

at the same time, Bender was stealing stuff as usually. He came up to a guy he was about to steal money from and said "Give me your money". The other guy looked sad so Bender punched him. "Give me your money or I will kill everything you hold dear." Bender took out a picture of the man's daughter and ripped it in half. Bender hated this part of him. The part of him who took from the innocent. Were these acts happening because of his unsureness of himself? That's the day he decided he would kill himself.

TO BE CONTINUED...

[Reply #1 on:]

  Such inner conflict! This is sad and hilarious at the same time.

We all knew eventually Zoiby would reveal his true feelings.

[Reply #2 on:]

Well, at least Zoidy wasn't yiffed by a furrie. Great stuff OC.

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Zoidberg lives only for two paragraphs??!! I'm outta here.

Oh yes, good story OC

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  BEST.FANFIC.EVER!!!!
"Hermes took the corpse of Zoidberg and put it in his closet for later use." 

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very nice man, i never thought of a zoidberg and hermes thing, i like the zoidberg death *evil laugh*hahahaha*evil laugh*

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i am deeply desterbed, deeply, in fact i'm scared. i mean, bender feeling compation is the worst thing i've ever heard in my entire life *screams horibly and runs away*

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Originally posted by Guineapig Trick:
very nice man, i never thought of a zoidberg and hermes thing, i like the zoidberg death *evil laugh*hahahaha*evil laugh*

How can anyone be happy over the death of Zoidberg? Oh right, when they're evil...   
*runs away in fear yelling "Witch!"    Just Kidding.
The fanfic is pretty good too, keep up the good work OC.   

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nice FanFic OC, but i dont think I'll ever get over Zoidy's death   

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Originally posted by OC_James:
"None of your business, leave zoidberg alone!" Zoidberg stood up and accidentily revealed the large erection that his subsconscious mind had built for Hermes.

Now is this erection in his neck? Because that's where decapodian genitals seem to be.

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I actually came into the Fanfic forum to read this...laughed my ass off. Gawd daim.

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I feel like I now have a deeper understanding of the nature of love, and the universe at large.

Brilliant.

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"The moon was like his love, round and made of cheese"

That is the best romantic line ever!

[Reply #13 on:]

....Wahahahahah XD
OC, I do believe I am in love!

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The wonderful Margy (who will be, among other PEELers, be appearing as a cameo in LRGWE) did some fanart for my fanfic:
 http://img11.imageshack.us/img11/2996/forlateruse-color.png

Part II is coming soon, folks.

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Both a cool story and cool artwork, well done, I salute you!

[Reply #16 on:]

Wow, OC. I feel like making love to you right now. And some other things that I wouldn't want to mention here... *Shifts eyes*

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Ha, that's awesome. Great job OCJ, you're a credit to my race.

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Heh, Margie's piccy is cute.

[Reply #19 on:]

Profound man. Deep. I loved the first bit with Zoidberg. "Jamaican me crazy" indeed.

[Reply #20 on:]

What, no self-insertion?

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Originally posted by Kryten:
What, no self-insertion?

Kryten, you need a drummer...

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Originally posted by OC_James:The moon was like his love, round and made of cheese. It was beautiful as well, like his love. He loved his love as much you could love your lover. Yes, the moon was a symbol for his undying hate. Much like the sun was a symbol for love and the moon a symbol for it too. Of course, the sun only symbolized his hate. How he hated hate and his love for hating his love. He hated his love as much as one could hate someone they love. Sometimes, he just felt "okay" with his love. But he was never okay with it.

MUAHAHA!

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Part II

Hermes sipped from a cup of tea. His mind wandered back to the events the night before. Sweet, passionate Zoidberg love follow by sweet, lethal Zoidberg climax. Zoidberg had indeed been a very happy decapod when he died. Everyone at Planet Express was on business or had gone out and he was all alone. Alone as usual. Urges had been awoke in him and he must carry them out. He made a quick stop by his closet and was out for the theatre.

He sat watching the movie, caressing Zoidberg's corpse romantically. He stared into Zoidberg's cold eyes and he was reminded of the love he felt for Jon Zoidberg. That's when he couldn't contain himself anyway longer. He began making out passionately with Zoidberg, much to the dismay of the rest of the audience. He thrust his tongue into Zoidberg's mouth. How sweet love tasted. Him and Zoidberg were both kicked out of the theater. That was the first, but not last, time Hermes would face discrimination for his relationship.

Fry sat in the shadow of the sun on S-8, drawing a picture of his lost love. He started with her hair. It had ruffles that were like waves and came back in a ponytail. It was purple, not a dark purple or a really light one, just purple. He drew the front part first and slowly worked his way to the end of the tail. It was a fantastic ponytail. Then he started with her eye, it was big and oval and pretty much all white with the exception of the pupil which was black. He drew the top of the oval. It was a great top and the bottom would be even better. He finished the bottom and indeed it was. He took his pen up from the paper and put it back down and made the pupil. It was a fine, beautiful pupil. He mad the nose. It was basically a curve but what a great curve it was. Such a fine, large and noble curve. Then he put the lip area on. He started with the top and finished with the bottom. He added some fingers on the right arm. He did the pinkie finger. What a fine finger it was. Then he did the ring finger. What a fantastic finger!  Then he added the middle finger. Spectacular finger! Then he added the index finger, and my was it a great finger.

He added some fingers on the left arm. He did the pinkie finger. What a fine finger it was. Then he did the ring finger. What a fantastic finger!  Then he added the middle finger. Spectacular finger! Then he added the index finger, and my was it a great finger. He added her legs. He started with the one leg and finished with the other. He added her feet. He started with one toe, then the next toe, then the next toe, then the next toe, and the last toe. He started on the feet too.

Then he started coloring her in. He made her hair purple. It was a good purple, not too dark and not too light. He made her skin tan. A nice tan, but not too dark so she wouldn't get cancer. He made her shirt white and her pants black. He even made her boots black. It was the best drawing he had ever done. That's when Leela came into the room.

"I'm marrying Gorgak, he's the Zebotanoid he showed us around."
Fry tore out some hair out of pure jealousy. Leela was marrying a fellow soldier.

Bender had talked to everyone he wanted to talk to before he had died. Zoidberg had listened very quietly, which wasn't normal. Hermes, who was working on a report didn't seem to notice. And he had talked to Fry and Leela on the phone. They were upset about him killing himself but couldn't make it. Leela was getting married to an enemy soldier for some reason. Bender thought about the odd behavior of humans. He thought about human emotion. Was what he feeling human emotions? Was he himself a human. As he put his head into the microwave, he said his last prayer:

"Please let me be remembered, but not forgotten."

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promo pic:



 

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...:maniacal giggle: God I love this fanfic. "Jon Zoidberg.."
 

Originally posted by OC_James:
That was the first, but not last, time Hermes would face discrimination for his relationship.
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He made her skin tan. A nice tan, but not too dark so she wouldn't get cancer.
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They were upset about him killing himself but couldn't make it.
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"Please let me be remembered, but not forgotten."

.......HA!! XD

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*wipes a tear from her eye*

Beautiful, just beautiful.

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Oh my, where to begin?
The creativity, the originality, the MEANING - wow. The deeply profound statements about love and discrimination here give us all something to think on and reflect. Reflect, I say! What may appear humorous and perhaps even a bit sarcastic on the surface truly has real depth and meaning that transcends time and space. This is no mere comedy, folks - this is REAL.
Think of how Hermes refuses to give up his love for Zoidberg even in the direst of circumstances! If only we all fogught for our beliefs and dreams like he did! Think of Fry's agony and reflections as the universe turns against him yet again, as it does upon us all!
The surrealistic descriptions, the profound statements - even the seemingly innoccuous line "his love is like the moon - round and made of cheese" is filled with scathing social commentary and hints at the sharp mind behind it.
You, sir, are quite possibly one of the Shakespeares of our era.

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anarchist, are you still sniffing markers?
seriously 

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I think Anarchist is just being sarcastic...VERY sarcastic 

OC, I love this!

"He made her skin tan. A nice tan, but not too dark so she wouldn't get cancer"

That is the funniest thing ever...no, really...EVER. This story is so badly good it's bad...no...good...no...eh, screw it, it's just funny.

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i'm sad, and laughing, and discusted by the fact that hermes is making love to corpse, and deeply in thought by all the love that is in feeling and human emotion that is going on in the world, but am confused, and still in thought, and such, why is leela marrying gorgak, will you tell us, i want to know. why is bender feeling emotion, why does he sudenly care about others than himself. you are a genius

[Reply #31 on:]

Go to my topic A futurama rpg

[Reply #32 on:]

...why did you have to rape the delicate beauty of this thread with your disgusting, maggotfilled penis post?

[Reply #33 on:]

Mm, maggotfilled penis. o.o; Delicate beauty? Well.. ...Hmm.. Yeah, I have to agree with Speli.

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I hate to bump.. AND double post.. But I wanted to give OC a present and beg for another chapter maybe?

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Hahahaha. Great!

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That is phenomenal.

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Part III
Hermes cried drunkenly in his office. It had been an hour since LaBarbara called to announce their divorce. She just couldn't put up with Zoidberg laying next to her in bed anymore. She would be in the middle of a good dream when the smell of anchovies would hit her like a brick. She'd be dreaming about the head of Johnny Depp and all of a sudden, when he was about to kiss her, his breath would reek of fish. She'd wake up and Zoidberg would be facing her wide-eyed. Eventually, she ended up hiding Zoidberg under the bed, only to wake up with the bed shaking violently. Hermes could not hold his love in any longer and had crawled under the bed for a little nightcap with Zoidy.

"Oh, Zoidberg! You make me feel like a green snake's sugarcane!" Zoidberg simply kept on staring into space. That had been a great moment for all...except LaBarbara. She had filed divorce. Now Hermes drank a bottle of Jack Daniels and kept watching and watching Steel Magnolias. He began to cry as the movie came to a close. He stared over at Zoidberg. He got up, went over to the CD player, and put in some Bocelli. As Conte Partiro started to play he picked Zoidberg up and held him in his arms. They danced around the room slowly. The moonlight shined upon their twirling bodies. Suddenly, Hermes tripped and brought Zoidberg down with him. He had accidentily knocked one of Zoidberg's eyes out. He tried to put it back in but it only fell out. He realized something he hadn't before: the eye socket was really soft.

That was the first night Hermes made love to Zoidberg's eye socket, but it wouldn't be the last.

Fry played the banjo as fast as his heart could carry his fingers. He played it for his lost love. His love of purple hair and of cancer-free skin. He played it all night long for her. He fingered faster and faster. He could feel it growing. He could feel his love growing. The strings were wet from his fingering. Wet with sweaty-love. He could feel it throbbing. The music throbbed like a large worm. His pianist became more rapid. That's when he realized he didn't need a pianist and told him to leave. He was playing with himself better than anybody could play with him. He rubbed his hands over the banjo firmly, yet gently. He tried to put the end of it in his mouth. Didn't work. He accidentily hit himself in the eye with a string, which was very embarassing.

That's when Leela walked in on him.

"Fry, what the hell are you doing?!", she yelled.

"I'm just reading a magazine about guitars, I swear to God!" He yelled back, slamming the door closed again.

Part 3 of Bender's story was lost in a fatal "highlight/delete". I had already gotten part 4 done, and any sane person could figure out what happens between 2 and 4.

Bender shook Lando's hand as he began to get on the bus. They had both learned a lot from each other that day. Lando had learned to be a better person and that certain cacti can actually feel good when lodged in certain orifices. How he had learned. He had learned a lot, I would say. Quite a bit. Bender had learn to love himself again. To love who he is. To love the person he is. To love himself. Yes, they had learned quite a bit. Quite a bit, indeed.

"Thanks Lando. There's something that's been bugging me, though. Are you the Lando I think you are."

Lando looked to the sky for a few minutes. A tear ran down his eye and he brushed it away quickly. Such "outbursts" of emotion we're not common for him.

He turned to Bender and said, "In the end, there can be only one." Bender shook his head, for he understood. How he understood. This understanding hurt him. He shed a tear himself and Lando looked down. "It is at times like this that I wish I could feel human emotions, Geordi."

"Who?"

Lando thought for a second and replied, "Nevermind." Bender understood once more. He began to walk into the street and was hit by a car. Lando, who Bender had just befriended that day with a single Babe Ruth, screamed in terror.

This just in:   http://img13.imageshack.us/img13/2623/ehhhhh.jpg
Another piece of fanart by Marg

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Originally posted by OC_James:
Part III
She'd be dreaming about the head of Johnny Depp and all of a sudden, when he was about to kiss her, his breath would reek of fish.

I laughed.
 

Originally posted by OC_James:
Part III
That had been a great moment for all...except LaBarbara. She had filed divorce.

I cried.
 

Originally posted by OC_James:
Part III
He realized something he hadn't before: the eye socket was really soft.

I pissed myself.
Gorgeous.

[Reply #39 on:]

This gets better with every part. Great work.