Futurama: Into the Wild Green Yonder Page #8

My thoughts can't be read.|But that's crazy.

If I were the Dark One,|I'd know it, wouldn't I?

But, here I am, right where|the Dark One would be,

about to blow up the star.

Oh, God! Somewhere deep|inside of me, it's me!

I'm the Dark One!

Put your hands in the air!

Should we wave them|like we just don't care?

That's optional.

You girl punks gone too far this time.|Your parents should be ashamed.

Yes, you should!

- Amy?|- Amy!

Destroy the star, Leo, hurry.

You got it, Mr. Voice-in-my-head.

I've gotta admit, Amy,|you got a pretty good swing.

Really? Thanks, Dad.

Okay, time to defuse|this star cracker once and for all.

Leela, wait.|You're making a mistake.

You have no idea|what's really going on.

What is really going on?

I can't tell you.

Then why should I trust you? Why?

Because... Because...

You're you. That's all I need to know.

- No! Don't do it!|- Fiddlesticks.

Leela, are you crazy?

We became fugitives|and jail-breakers to stop him.

And hookers, don't forget hookers.

Shame on all of you.

After everything we've been through|together, do you really think Fry would...

Goodbye, Leela.|I destroy myself to save you.

Where's the boom?|I was expecting a boom.

It didn't work. I'm the Dark One,|and it didn't do anything.

You're not the Dark One, I am.

Leela?

Not Leela, you moron. Me!

What did you do to me?

Ew!

I am the Dark One.|The very last Dark One.

How is it possible|I couldn't read your mind?

Oh, I am momentarily disabled.

What's happening out there?

Somethings wondersful.

The star and the asteroid.|They were an egg and a sperm.

Great modem of mercy.|Cover the children's eyes.

There are no children here.

Then move your fat head.|I can't see.

The Encyclopod is reborn.|A new green age has begun!

So the legend foretold.

Look! Inside its pouch.|Extinct Tasmanian tigers.

And dodo birds.|And white rhinos.

And striped biologist-taunters.

What are you gonna do, shoot us?

Life!

These once extinct plants|and animals are my gift to the universe.

Through untold generations,|my race has treasured their DNA.

Treat them wisely with the knowledge|that all species are precious.

This is unbelievable. What's going on?

To answer that, I must tell you a story.

A story of two alien|species so ancient that...

- Hutch, are you okay?|- My sister's femi-necklace.

What?

Hey, how come I can't|read your thoughts anymore?

I shall avenge you, Hutch Waterfall.

After all these eons,|the Dark Ones are no more.

Will you preserve their|DNA, O Great Encyclopod?

I suppose I should.|Wait, where did it go?

What?

Well, at any rate, I shall|preserve the DNA of Homo sapiens.

I thought you only saved the|DNA of endangered species.

Farewell.

I guess he didn't hear me.

Well, looks like that wraps everything|up in a nice big, old, fat sack of...

I hereby arrest you|fugitives on 53 counts of fugivity.

Kif, round them up,|and spare me the weary sigh for once.

Kif.

Wait for me.

Well, this is the end. There was so|many things I wanted to say to you.

Like what?

Like this is not the end.|But mostly just, I love you, Leela.

Maybe I waited too long to say this,|but I love you, too. Wormhole!

Sweet topology of|cosmology, it's huge!

If we fly into it, it could take|us trillions of light years away.

There's no knowing if we'll ever return.

What do we do?|Should we go for it?

Into the breach, meatbags.|Or not. Whatever.

Go, go, go, go,|go, go, go, go, go, go.

Go, go, go, go, go,|go, go, go, go, go.

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