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I don’t have it! Nibbler heat-blasted it off my butt. Lars? He doesn’t have it. He never had it. Fry had it! But Nibbler heat-blasted it off my butt! I want to stress that part. My throbbing sprunjer says otherwise. Now where is it? I’m not afraid of you or your expensive gun. Go ahead and shoot. Then what if I kill the woman you love? Don’t you understand, numb-neck? He doesn’t love me! Don’t hurt her. I’ll give you the code. Four, three, two, one, Lars, no! It’s enough just to know you’re happy.
I’m a professor. See you in class! This is gonna be great. Bingo! Oh, yeah. Someone’s been a bad computer. I say! You’ve damaged our servants’ quarters. And our servants! has gone too far! Pretty nice for a single. Two desks, two chairs, a couple of beds. A woodpecker? Probably your roommate. Oh, right. Cool. Come on in, roomie! I call top bunk! My roommate’s a monkey? Brilliant deduction! You’re a credit to your species. I see you’ve met Guenter. You know each other? He’s my experiment, the top-secret contents of this stinking crate.