For one beautiful night I knew what it was like to be a grandmother. Subjugated, yet honored. We're rescuing ya. You're going to do his laundry? I had more, but…
Does anybody else feel jealous and aroused and worried? Bender, we’re trying our best. Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you! Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as “the brig”.
Enough about your promiscuous mother, Hermes! We have bigger problems. Stop! Don’t shoot fire stick in space canoe! Cause explosive decompression! File not found. Please, Don-Bot… look into your hard drive, and open your mercy file!
I suppose I could part with ‘one’ and still be feared… Dear God, they’ll be killed on our doorstep! And there’s no trash pickup until January 3rd. I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside where it can fester quietly as a mental illness. No argument here. My fellow Earthicans, as I have explained in my book ‘Earth in the Balance”, and the much more popular ”Harry Potter and the Balance of Earth’, we need to defend our planet against pollution. Also dark wizards.