OK, this has gotta stop. I’m going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can. Hey! I’m a porno-dealing monster, what do I care what you think? Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.” I love this planet! I’ve got wealth, fame, and access to the depths of sleaze that those things bring.<\/p>\n

The Cyber House Rules<\/h2>\n

Ummm\u2026to eBay? Hey, guess what you’re accessories to. Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree.<\/p>\n

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• I feel like I was mauled by Jesus.<\/li>\n
• I’m Santa Claus!<\/li>\n
• Leela, Bender, we’re going grave robbing.<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n

  Xmas Story<\/h3>\n

  With gusto. Ah, the ‘Breakfast Club’ soundtrack! I can’t wait til I’m old enough to feel ways about stuff! Fetal stemcells, aren’t those controversial? Bender, this is Fry’s decision\u2026 and he made it wrong. So it’s time for us to interfere in his life. And remember, don’t do anything that affects anything, unless it turns out you were supposed to, in which case, for the love of God, don’t not do it!<\/p>\n

  Attack of the Killer App<\/h4>\n

  But, like most politicians, he promised more than he could deliver. Guards! Bring me the forms I need to fill out to have her taken away! Who said that? SURE you can die! You want to die?!<\/p>\n

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  1. Fry, you can’t just sit here in the dark listening to classical music.<\/li>\n
  2. Meh.<\/li>\n
  3. If rubbin’ frozen dirt in your crotch is wrong, hey I don’t wanna be right.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

     In-A-Gadda-Da-Leela<\/h5>\n

     Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.” Ooh, name it after me! Or a guy who burns down a bar for the insurance money!<\/p>\n

     Lrrreconcilable Ndndifferences<\/h6>\n

     Bender, being God isn’t easy. If you do too much, people get dependent on you, and if you do nothing, they lose hope. You have to use a light touch. Like a safecracker, or a pickpocket. Hey, tell me something. You’ve got all this money. How come you always dress like you’re doing your laundry? Or a guy who burns down a bar for the insurance money! I never loved you.<\/p>\n

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