I’m half machine. I’m a monster. Across from where? What’s Spanish for “I know you speak English?” There’s only one man I’ve ever called a coward, and that’s Brian Doyle Murray. No, what I’m calling you is a television actor.
I hear the jury’s still out on science. I don’t criticize you! And if you’re worried about criticism, sometimes a diet is the best defense. I’m a monster. No! I was ashamed to be SEEN with you. I like being with you.
Stop talking, brain thinking. Hush. It’s a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezes are cool. I’m the Doctor, I’m worse than everyone’s aunt. *catches himself* And that is not how I’m introducing myself. No, I’ll fix it. I’m good at fixing rot. Call me the Rotmeister. No, I’m the Doctor. Don’t call me the Rotmeister.
It’s a T. It goes “tuh”. Bender, hurry! This fuel’s expensive! Also, we’re dying! For the last time, I don’t like lilacs! Your ‘first’ wife was the one who liked lilacs! Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you!
Who am I making this out to? We’re rescuing ya. Why did you bring us here? I daresay that Fry has discovered the smelliest object in the known universe! Continue reading “Breakfast”
