fillerama.txt

Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died. You seem malnourished. Are you suffering from intestinal parasites? We're rescuing ya. Now what? Say what? Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy.

No, I'm Santa Claus! Moving along… Oh, I always feared he might run off like this. Why, why, why didn't I break his legs? Robot 1-X, save my friends! And Zoidberg! Are you crazy? I can't swallow that. For the last time, I don't like lilacs! Your 'first' wife was the one who liked lilacs!

You can see how I lived before I met you. Then we'll go with that data file! Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything.

Throw her in the brig. 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. Say it in Russian! Oh no! The professor will hit me! But if Zoidberg 'fixes' it... then perhaps gifts! I had more, but you go ahead. Ow, my spirit!

You're going back for the Countess, aren't you? You've killed me! Oh, you've killed me! No. We're on the top. Bite my shiny metal ass.