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The Plant Care Chronicles

Interesting. No, wait, the other thing: tedious. Actually, that's still true. You're going back for the Countess, aren't you? You are the last hope of the universe. Hello Morbo, how's the family?

So, how 'bout them Knicks? Soon enough. Kif, I have mated with a woman. Inform the men. Eeeee! Now say "nuclear wessels"! Stop! Don't shoot fire stick in space canoe! Cause explosive decompression! I saw you with those two "ladies of the evening" at Elzars. Explain that.

Incidentally, you have a dime up your nose. I love this planet! I've got wealth, fame, and access to the depths of sleaze that those things bring. Ugh, it's filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we're at it?

Can we have Bender Burgers again? Well, then good news! It's a suppository. 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.

Why yes! Thanks for noticing. Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree. We don't have a brig. It doesn't look so shiny to me.

No. We're on the top. OK, this has gotta stop. I'm going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can. No! The kind with looting and maybe starting a few fires! Stop it, stop it. It's fine. I will 'destroy' you!

I usually try to keep my sadness pent up inside where it can fester quietly as a mental illness. 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 daresay that Fry has discovered the smelliest object in the known universe! You wouldn't. Ask anyway! We need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised. Is the Space Pope reptilian!?

You're going back for the Countess, aren't you? I saw you with those two "ladies of the evening" at Elzars. Explain that. Fetal stemcells, aren't those controversial? What are their names? Ow, my spirit!

We're also Santa Claus! In your time, yes, but nowadays shut up! Besides, these are adult stemcells, harvested from perfectly healthy adults whom I killed for their stemcells. Fry, you can't just sit here in the dark listening to classical music.

We don't have a brig. I've been there. My folks were always on me to groom myself and wear underpants. What am I, the pope? Incidentally, you have a dime up your nose. Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died.

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Janie An

You hit me with a cricket bat. Stop talking, brain thinking. Hush. I'm the Doctor. Well, they call me the Doctor. I don't know why. I call me the Doctor too. I still don't know why. I am the Doctor, and you are the Daleks!