Futurama: Bender's Game Page #8
And it's all thanks to
the existence of this fragile staircase.
Whoa!
Quick. Get on the magic bug.
It's not a magic bug, you dope.
It's a magic arachnid.
Can't you count the legs?
-No.
-Six, seven, eight. Not six, eight.
I'll kill you, you imbecile.
My underbelly. My one weakness.
(BOTH GROANING)
I got it. Now I can throw it in
the hot thing over there and be the hero.
On the other hand,
Please, I'm trying to help you.
Then why are you hitting me with a stick?
How stupid are you
that you think that's helping?
Mommy never told you about my father.
-She said he was a foul He-demon.
-Exactly.
You are my father.
No. No, that's impossible.
Search your feelings.
You know it to be true.
No, no!
Yeah. I heard Mommy say so.
(ALL GASPING)
I have all the dice.
I am the dungeon master.
I know all and see...
Game over.
(COUGHING)
(MOM CONTINUES LAUGHING)
No! No!
(ALL SCREAMING)
What happened?
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
My God,
we're out of that weird, crazy world
and back in our regular crazy world.
Did we all just
have some kind of freaky dream
or was it ghosts?
Neither, Fry. It was science.
Bender's mighty imagination
amplified by a dark matter resonance
created an alternate reality
that very nearly blew our minds.
Exactly.
You can't make that kind of stuff up.
Quit trying to explain everything.
I defeated you in that world
and I'll defeat you in this one.
Boys, the crystal's still in his stomach.
Commencing intestinal flash flood.
Wait! Before my moment of shame, can l...
(FARNSWORTH SOBBING)
Yes, speak up.
Can I give my boy a hug?
All right. Fine. I've never done it.
I guess somebody should.
Daddy.
Like father, like son, eh, boy?
IGNER:
We both eated the crysals.No. No!
(BOTH BELCHING)
My dark matter. It's worthless.
That's right, Mom. But fear not, fancy folk.
For I've just thunk up
an alternative energy source.
-Nibbler-power.
-Hurray. Wait. What?
(HEN CLUCKING)
FARNSWORTH:
Mush! Mush!Whip harder, Professor.
(ALL CHEERING)
FARNSWORTH:
Faster, faster. Slower.(FUTURAMA THEMEPLAYING)
One, two
One, two, three.
All rise
Attention.
All rise
Attention.
All rise
Attention.
Twenty-four
I'm gonna get 24th century
on his ass.
Anyone wanna play.
Dungeons & Dragons
for the next quadrillion years?
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