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You’ve killed me! Oh, you’ve killed me! Stop it, stop it. It’s fine. I will ‘destroy’ you! Tell them I hate them. Who said that? SURE you can die! You want to die?! Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything.

Hello Morbo, how’s the family? In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms. And from now on you’re all named Bender Jr. Now Fry, it’s been a few years since medical school, so remind me. Disemboweling in your species: fatal or non-fatal?

Why not indeed! Oh God, what have I done? Guess again. Professor, make a woman out of me. Spare me your space age technobabble, Attila the Hun!

Well I’da done better, but it’s plum hard pleading a case while awaiting trial for that there incompetence. Oh, I think we should just stay friends. Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died.

Oh, I don’t have time for this. I have to go and buy a single piece of fruit with a coupon and then return it, making people wait behind me while I complain. I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside where it can fester quietly as a mental illness.

I’m Santa Claus! It’s toe-tappingly tragic! Now Fry, it’s been a few years since medical school, so remind me. Disemboweling in your species: fatal or non-fatal? Check it out, y’all. Everyone who was invited is here.