Futurama: The Beast With A Billion Backs Page #4

Then how come when I was a kid,

I had a whole sticker book of them?

Answer that with your precious logic.

Bender to crew.

I have reached the gateway

to another universe.

I feel awed and strangely humbled

by the momentous solemnity

of this occasion.

Hey, other universe, bite my shiny metal...

I can't remember anything except

a blinding light and a searing ass pain.

I better check my black box.

The light! It's blinding!

And the ass pain! It's searing!

So that's what happened.

Hey, Bender!

Look who's here to cheer you up.

I don't need cheering up. I'm perfectly...

Greetings, sick fan.

TV's Calculon!

You poor, mangled husk

of what was once a robot!

What right hath fate to pluck

a sweet, dimple-cheeked mechanism

in the flower of his youth? And...

Scene!

There, that was some free acting for you.

Ordinarily, to see acting like that,

you'd have to sit

through a tampon commercial.

That fulfills my community service, right?

Charges of running me over

are hereby dismissed!

Ow!

Where did we go wrong, Fry?

We were meant to be together!

Nu, I'm freezing my tokhes off here.

Just a sec, honey!

I'm back, idiots!

You look wonderful, robot!

I wish I could afford to go to a hospital.

I'm dreadfully sick.

I feel great, and I owe it all to Calculon.

His visit really inspired me.

I finally know

what I want to be when I grow up.

You want to costar in his TV show?

Like that time you already did that?

No. I'm gonna be a stalker!

That's not really a career. More of a felony.

Man, I'm gonna stalk his brains out.

Ooh! Big news on the Calculon fansite!

There's a flash mob headed

for his plastic surgeon's office!

There, that's as big as I can make it.

But I caution you,

it looks completely unrealistic.

You let me worry about that!

Just do your job.

Very well.

Will you be using your SAG insurance?

No, cash. I'd like to be discreet.

Dear God, no!

- Neat!

- Get a shot of that.

Oh boy, oh boy, he's here.

Calculon, I love you! Have my baby!

Back, you lunatic!

He touched me!

Sign my ass!

Emergency! Emergency!

Everyone to the calamitorium!

- Leela, smell this.

- Can I wipe it off first?

No time, woman! No time!

- Hmm. Smells like angel dust.

- Exactly!

That's a discontinuous

electromagnetic field.

Wernstrom tried to warn me,

but I was too damn stubborn!

Hermes, get Wernstrom

on the line so I can apologize.

Ogden Wernstrom speaking.

Tell him I'm not here!

- Professor!

- Oh, very well.

Wernstrom, I've been a vainglorious fool!

If you can find it

in your heart to forgive me,

your tiny little heart,

would you consider

a scientific collaboration?

Sir, I'd be honored.

As I attempted to warn you,

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