Amy, distracted from her pilot training book by the commotion in the meeting room, walked in to behold a scenario of fear and tension. "Oh, my Splod!" she exclaimed at the sight of the two Frys facing each other as Leela, Farnsworth, Hermes, Zoidberg, Scruffy, and Bender stood still and watched.
"Fry, I can see that we both love the same woman," said Evil Fry, looking back and forth between his duplicate and the worried Leela. "I don't know what you have in mind, but in my opinion, we should settle this dispute like the men that we are."
"I agree!" snapped Good Fry. He advanced boldly, raising his fists into the air.
"Leave him alone!" Farnsworth pleaded with the hot-blooded redhead. "If you touch him, the resulting matter-antimatter reaction may release enough energy to destroy Earth, or possibly the entire galaxy!"
Evil Fry was opening his mouth to speak when the first punch came. Backed up by Fry's jealous rage, the right hook connected squarely with his nose, which lost all feeling almost instantly. He reeled, staggered, and gushed blood, but to the surprise of the onlookers, there was no burst of destructive energy. Earth, as far as they could tell, was still in one piece.
His head spinning, Evil Fry struggled to remain on his feet and look his counterpart straight in the eye. "Is that what you call settling it like men?" he said indignantly.
"Yeah," said Fry, readying his left fist for another thrust. "What do you call it?"
Before Evil Fry had a chance to say, "Where I come from, 'settle it like men' means 'talk it over'," he took a powerful blow that seemed to sever his jaw from the rest of his head. The pain and dizziness was such that he knew the fight was over, for him at least. Moaning and bleeding profusely, he sank to his knees and pushed against the floor to brace himself.
"Stop it, Fry!" Leela pleaded. "You've hurt him! You've really hurt him!"
Fry, still seething and waving his fists, backed up a step and waited. As Leela and Hermes gently laid Evil Fry on his back, it dawned on him that he had won the fight—a fight he had never wanted, and hadn't expected to win. Geez, I guess this is Good Fry Day, he thought.
Evil Fry, his face and chin soaked in blood, recoiled when he saw Dr. Zoidberg bending over to examine him. "Keep your clumsy claws off me!" he struggled to say through his broken jaw. To the hovering Professor Farnsworth he added, "My dimension's Zoidberg is the only doctor I trust. Send me back!"
"Darling, no!" protested Leela. "We've had so little time together!"
"I'm sorry," mumbled Evil Fry. "I'm not wanted in your dimension, but I'm needed in mine."
Leela stood up and stared vindictively at the other Fry. "If you want me so badly," she told him, "then you can have me—the other me, in the evil universe. She'll marry you in a cold moment. What are you waiting for?"
"Forget it, Leela," said Fry firmly. "If I can have you, then I don't want you."
The PE crew members went their separate ways—Zoidberg to obtain a gurney for Evil Fry, Farnsworth to activate the interdimensional portal, Hermes to fill out a health insurance claim form, and Scruffy to fetch a mop for the blood pooling on the floor. Fry, left alone with Leela and Amy, shrugged and asked, "Whose idea was it to give my job to my evil twin from a parallel universe?"
"It was the professor's," Amy replied. "Ever wonder what happens when you send a resumé to a company and no one responds to it? Well, the professor figured it out."
"Really?" said Fry. "I always assumed it just disappeared into another dimen…"
Amy gave him a knowing smirk.
"Oh," said Fry, nodding his head.
"You're scaring me, Fry," said Leela earnestly. "You're not acting like yourself."
"You mean I'm not acting like the guy you fired," Fry shot back. "I'm not that person anymore. I have a purpose now. I have an enemy."
In Farnsworth's laboratory, the professor witnessed as Zoidberg pushed the gurney bearing the prostrate Evil Fry through the shimmering, glowing portal that led to his home dimension. "I've never been so befuddled," the old man remarked. "By all known laws of science, the fight between Good Fry and Evil Fry should have, at the very least, obliterated all of New New York. I can come up with only one plausible explanation—one of the Frys is no longer the same man he was before."