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Son, as your lawyer, I declare y'all are in a 12-piece bucket o' trouble. But I done struck you a deal: Five hours of community service cleanin' up that ol' mess you caused. Is that a cooking show? No, I'm Santa Claus! There's no part of that sentence I didn't like! I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Yes, I saw. You were doing well, until everyone died.
Oh, how I wish I could believe or understand that! There's only one reasonable course of action now: kill Flexo! I had more, but you go ahead. Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk! Hey, whatcha watching? Robot 1-X, save my friends! And Zoidberg!