Futurama comedy fic - love to anyone who reads and reviews XD I have often wondered if I could do one so here we go…EDIT: I am pleased.
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It was a hurried shuffle. His disposable slippers never left the floor. Professor Farnsworth was headed right for the entire crew seated around a humongous circular table.
The rhythmic scraping over carpet halted.
He discharged the static buildup he had accumulated on his journey into Bender's antennae. No sense wasting the good stuff.
"Good news, party-people!"
"There's a sale at Macy's?" Bender asked point blank after his girlish shriek ended.
"Of course there is, you clanger dropper!" This always happened when Hubert wanted to share the good news. His floating chair collected him with its zany, little robot arms. Most eyes upon him, he declared, "We have a job!"
They all exclaimed and murmured amongst themselves stupidly.
The Professor's ancestor cried out, "Hurray! Do we get to deliver something?"
Bender pointed a shiny, metal finger at Fry's heart and chirped a reply, "Yea, this!"
Those perky, youthful nostrils didn't stand a chance.
The boy looked down.
A light, playful tap to the nose would have been delightful for all parties. But, neigh. Not today. Tsk-tsk-tsk. He shook his noggin.
The Professor should have known not to fiddle with Bender's protocols, and, he did.
However, the old man thought he was making coffee earlier, accidentally switching Bender's mischief lever over to "The Deep End."
Bender's metal fist, plus one unsuspecting idiot, produced a spray of blood – it got everywhere, even in Leela's one good eye.
There was a cacophony of screams and shocked gasps.
The red gore reached Amy's hopeless pink sweatshirt. "H'Shi'o nah!" She blurted in Martian-ese, then wailed at the stain, "Oh my god, I'm clashing!"
"Get ahold of yourself, woman!" Hermes Conrad suited up smacking her across the face. Not going to Fry's assistance at all.
"Fry, are you okay?" Leela grimaced at Fry's obviously not-okay nose.
At least Zoidberg was there to help.
And, that's how it all ended.
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