I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself. Kif, I have mated with a woman. Inform the men. Ooh, name it after me! And so we say goodbye to our beloved pet, Nibbler, who’s gone to a place where I, too, hope one day to go. The toilet.
Belligerent and numerous. Yes, except the Dave Matthews Band doesn’t rock. And I’m his friend Jesus. Meh. With a warning label this big, you know they gotta be fun! There’s no part of that sentence I didn’t like!
Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you! Leela, Bender, we’re going grave robbing. Bender?! You stole the atom. Well, thanks to the Internet, I’m now bored with sex. Is there a place on the web that panders to my lust for violence?
