emil's blog

emil's blog

On coding, eating and listening to music. On coding, eating and listening to music.

Are you crazy? I can’t swallow that. You, a bobsleder!? That I’d like to see! Check it out!, y’all. Everyone who was invited is here. Aww, it’s true. I’ve been hiding it for so long. Bender, we’re trying our best.

You guys realize you live in a sewer, right? Why am I sticky and naked? Did I miss something fun? Hey, tell me something. You’ve got all this money. How come you always dress like you’re doing your laundry?

Doomsday device? Ah, now the ball’s in Farnsworth’s court! We need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised. Dr. Zoidberg, that doesn’t make sense. But, okay! I’m Santa Claus! Would you censor the Venus de Venus just because you can see her spewers?

Kif, I have mated with a woman. Inform the men. Switzerland is small and neutral! We are more like Germany, ambitious and misunderstood! I decline the title of Iron Cook and accept the lesser title of Zinc Saucier, which I just made up. Uhh… also, comes with double prize money.

No, I’m Santa Claus! Noooooo! No! Don’t jump! In your time, yes, but nowadays shut up! Besides, these are adult stemcells, harvested from perfectly healthy adults whom I killed for their stemcells.

Oh God, what have I done? We’ll need to have a look inside you with this camera. Hey, what kinda party is this? There’s no booze and only one hooker. Why did you bring us here?

Oh, how awful. Did he at least die painlessly? …To shreds, you say. Well, how is his wife holding up? …To shreds, you say. We need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised.

Ask her how her day was. Ah, the ‘Breakfast Club’ soundtrack! I can’t wait til I’m old enough to feel ways about stuff! Yeah. Give a little credit to our public schools. Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything.

Are you crazy? I can’t swallow that. What are you hacking off? Is it my torso?! ‘It is!’ My precious torso! Bender, hurry! This fuel’s expensive! Also, we’re dying! Look, everyone wants to be like Germany, but do we really have the pure strength of ‘will’?

Well, let’s just dump it in the sewer and say we delivered it. Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything. No! The cat shelter’s on to me. Daylight and everything.

Um, is this the boring, peaceful kind of taking to the streets? I daresay that Fry has discovered the smelliest object in the known universe! Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. That’s right, baby. I ain’t your loverboy Flexo, the guy you love so much. You even love anyone pretending to be him!

Wow, you got that off the Internet? In my day, the Internet was only used to download pornography. Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it? Is that a cooking show?

I videotape every customer that comes in here, so that I may blackmail them later. THE BIG BRAIN AM WINNING AGAIN! I AM THE GREETEST! NOW I AM LEAVING EARTH, FOR NO RAISEN! And then the battle’s not so bad?

Shinier than yours, meatbag. Can we have Bender Burgers again? But existing is basically all I do! Oh, all right, I am. But if anything happens to me, tell them I died robbing some old man.

Do a flip! Soothe us with sweet lies. I’ll tell them you went down prying the wedding ring off his cold, dead finger. I’ll get my kit! When the lights go out, it’s nobody’s business what goes on between two consenting adults.

Yes, except the Dave Matthews Band doesn’t rock. You seem malnourished. Are you suffering from intestinal parasites? Switzerland is small and neutral! We are more like Germany, ambitious and misunderstood!

Why did you bring us here? Come, Comrade Bender! We must take to the streets! Meh. Large bet on myself in round one.

I’m a thing. No, she’ll probably make me do it. We don’t have a brig. All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school!

Ven ve voke up, ve had zese wodies. This is the worst part. The calm before the battle. No, she’ll probably make me do it. It may comfort you to know that Fry’s death took only fifteen seconds, yet the pain was so intense, that it felt to him like fifteen years. And it goes without saying, it caused him to empty his bowels.

We’ll need to have a look inside you with this camera. Actually, that’s still true. Look, everyone wants to be like Germany, but do we really have the pure strength of ‘will’? Shinier than yours, meatbag.