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futz
Liquid Emperor
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Winner is hobbitboy as Morris ponders Munda's statement.
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hobbitboy
Sir Rank-a-Lot
Urban Legend
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See, this is why this 'game' is so frustrating great. I thought my previous contribution was my weakest in quite a while.
Oh well, what are you going to do?
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NastyInThePasty
Professor
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Professor Farnsworth: So, how was your visit to Zoidberg's dumpster apartment?
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My Own Grandpa
Crustacean
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It came as no surprise to the Professor that Fry, Leela and Bender agreed to the dangerous job of greasing his new supercollider. What did surprise him was that they had, in fact, neglected to ensure that he wouldn't immediately forget it all and turn the machine on before Fry's neck was clear of the supersonic particle stream.
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Frisco17
DOOP Secretary
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Professor: "A mud westling match and I wasn't invited?!"
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futz
Liquid Emperor
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Prof: Looks like somebody had dinner at "Catch 'n Eat" again.
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Smarty
Professor
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Five minutes prior to their entrance, the crew was mauled by mutant walruses which fell from Planet Express's roof.
Professor: So, you have decided to join me for tea after all!
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Frisco17
DOOP Secretary
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Fry: It's not my fault! He kept saying "Thank you sir, may I have another?"
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futz
Liquid Emperor
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Fry: ...and you let a woman from the Central Beauracracy borrow it for a minute?
Tour Guide Lady: Why, yes.
Fry: Easy mistake, but you better keep it away from her for a while. Or this may happen again.
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Smarty
Professor
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Fry: Sure, I cheated at the game. Yeah, yeah, I ran from twenty policemen. Sure, I knocked over a glass statue. Sure, I probably killed the man on the sidewalk. And sure, I pantsed that guy. But I have an itchy butt. Can't you let me keep this as my consolation prize? Plus I already used it, so...
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NastyInThePasty
Professor
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I'll pick a winner tomorrow, so if anyone else wants in...
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Bear
Urban Legend
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Fry: ...and you let a woman from the Central Beauracracy borrow it for a minute?
Tour Guide Lady: Why, yes.
Fry: Easy mistake, but you better keep it away from her for a while. Or this may happen again.
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Books
Near Death Star Inhabitant
Urban Legend
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Fry: What is this shit I'm eating? Leela: I don't know, why are you eating it? Fry: I don't know Professor: WHERE AM I?
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futz
Liquid Emperor
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Leela: No thanks Fry, it's not just what's leftover when a buggalo hits a windsheild it's what's left after it goes through a windshield.
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-Baye-
Crustacean
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Leela: When I said I would go out with you if you were willing to eat something pink and smelly, that isn't what I meant.
Wow. Impressive.
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NastyInThePasty
Professor
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Leela: Lord, does that stink, Fry. What is that you're eating?
Fry: [mouth full] Barbecued buggalo coated with cotton candy. Why?
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Smarty
Professor
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Fry: This barbacue sauce is great!
Leela: Fry, that is not barbacue sauce! It fell from a flying Buggga-Bird!
Fry: *stares at food*
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Frisco17
DOOP Secretary
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Nice one hobbit. Sine wins.
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