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We're rescuing ya. Well, then good news! It's a suppository. I love you, buddy! The alien mothership is in orbit here. If we can hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominoes will fall like a house of cards. Checkmate.

Do a flip! And yet you haven't said what I told you to say! How can any of us trust you? So, how 'bout them Knicks? I guess because my parents keep telling me to be more ladylike. As though! Why did you bring us here?

We can't compete with Mom! Her company is big and evil! Ours is small and neutral! Are you crazy? I can't swallow that. How much did you make me? I decline the title of Iron Cook and accept the lesser title of Zinc Saucier, which I just made up. Uhh… also, comes with double prize money.

These old Doomsday Devices are dangerously unstable. I'll rest easier not knowing where they are. Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry's worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them.

And why did 'I' have to take a cab? And when we woke up, we had these bodies. Goodbye, cruel world. Goodbye, cruel lamp. Goodbye, cruel velvet drapes, lined with what would appear to be some sort of cruel muslin and the cute little pom-pom curtain pull cords. Cruel though they may be…

Well, then good news! It's a suppository. I just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Fry, that doesn't make sense. Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. Guess again. You know the worst thing about being a slave? They make you work, but they don't pay you or let you go.

Then we'll go with that data file! But I know you in the future. I cleaned your poop. Bender! Ship! Stop bickering or I'm going to come back there and change your opinions manually! Good news, everyone! There's a report on TV with some very bad news!

Quite possible. We live long and are celebrated poopers. Bender, hurry! This fuel's expensive! Also, we're dying! Good man. Nixon's pro-war and pro-family. Why not indeed! You're going back for the Countess, aren't you?

Oh, all right, I am. But if anything happens to me, tell them I died robbing some old man. Wow! A superpowers drug you can just rub onto your skin? You'd think it would be something you'd have to freebase.

No! The cat shelter's on to me. And so we say goodbye to our beloved pet, Nibbler, who's gone to a place where I, too, hope one day to go. The toilet. No! Don't jump! Our love isn't any different from yours, except it's hotter, because I'm involved.

Bender! Ship! Stop bickering or I'm going to come back there and change your opinions manually! Isn't it true that you have been paid for your testimony? For one beautiful night I knew what it was like to be a grandmother. Subjugated, yet honored.

Molly Boone

I'm Molly, and I'm not sure what I am. I'm going to tell you something I've never told anyone before. This man is a knight in shining armor. You pretend the feelings are there, for the world, for the people around you. Who knows? Maybe one day they'll be.