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You're a pimple on society's ass...
Up yours, bimbo!
of the grasshopper and the octopus.
Only one. The absolutely flawless recitation from memory...
There's strapping her to the juicer!
from your spice weasel. Bam!
# Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa #
The veneer is starting to peel.
while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend...
Well, at least my assassin will get what's coming to him.
that this company has been paying you to do nothing but loaf about on the couch.
as I show you how to fricassee a mouthwatering Neptunian slug.
My tummy hurts.
Fry will be enthrone tomorrow...
who guzzle Zorn the Stagnant...
while the octopus mooch off his girlfriend...
You drank our emperor! You assassinate him!
who slurp Hudj the Dewy...
Every emperor ascend to power...
I warn you to stay away from those guys.
Hey, why don't you just sweat him out?
and be reward instead of punished?
As emperor, I refuse to be dripped out through somebody's armpit.
I humbly advise that as your first act...
But now he's gone, and your fate is seal.
Ew! That's the saltiest thing I've ever taste.
who enjoyed a soup composed principally of Throm the Chunky...
from your genetically enhanced eggplant...
Only one. The absolutely flawless recitation from memory...
Perhaps I'll look out this window.
I do have trouble breathing underwater sometimes.
I can finally switch to hard liquor.
and be rewarded instead of punished?
Almost ready.
I was going to thumb through that later.
You know, Fry, I've often thought...
Slightly. But my favorite so far is the bone crushing.
Does anyone else think it's odd...
Did you ever stop to think...
for great Neptunian food.
as I show you how to fricassee a mouthwatering Neptunian slug.
and your idiotic human ideals...
when we Trisolians enter our nocturnal phase.
Makes you irresistible to the opposite sex.
That is completely reckless.
with our planet's foremost political satirist, Florp.
The salt level was ten percent less than a lethal dose.
But here's a disturbing reminder:
Oh, that's ridiculous.
So let's be supportive, okay?
separating out the dense fluid of His Highness.
You're in tremendous danger, you idiot!