JustMyType

A typography boilerplate

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Bender Should Not Be Allowed on TV

What are their names? Oh dear! She's stuck in an infinite loop, and he's an idiot! Well, that's love for you. You, a bobsleder!? That I'd like to see! Ah, computer dating. It's like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase "upside your head."

The Birdbot of Ice-Catraz

When the lights go out, it's nobody's business what goes on between two consenting adults. Hello Morbo, how's the family? For one beautiful night I knew what it was like to be a grandmother. Subjugated, yet honored.

The 30% Iron Chef

Check it out, y'all. Everyone who was invited is here. Nay, I respect and admire Harold Zoid too much to beat him to death with his own Oscar. There, now he's trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors! You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM!

Space Pilot 3000

Yep, I remember. They came in last at the Olympics, then retired to promote alcoholic beverages! A sexy mistake. Kids have names? Hello Morbo, how's the family? Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you!

  1. We'll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we'll go home.
  2. Guess again.
  3. OK, this has gotta stop. I'm going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can.
  4. No! I want to live! There are still too many things I don't own!
That's Lobstertainment

Enough about your promiscuous mother, Hermes! We have bigger problems. Moving along… Spare me your space age technobabble, Attila the Hun! I daresay that Fry has discovered the smelliest object in the known universe!