Chp 3: Tora's First Meal
Tora is a character of my possession.
Planet Express
"So who is this guy?" Leela questioned, poking the unconscious Tora.
"He's my roommate from the twentieth century." Fry said. He was wearing a small neck brace, his ribs bandaged. "He was also my best friend. You see…"
Flashback tries to start, but Bender breaks in. "No stupid flashback! They take way to much time! It took days for you to talk about that stupid dog of yours!"
"Not that this fight isn't interesting, but the boy's waking up." Hermes interrupted.
Tora swung his legs over the side of the table and fell to his feet. He saw Fry and said, "Hey, Fry. I had the strangest dream. I…" he looked around, seeing a lobster, a cyclops, and a robot. "It wasn't a dream, huh?"
Later…
"So that's the whole story." Fry finished the story of his life in the future.
Tora began to laugh hysterically. "I can't believe it! Crazy house for robots, emperor of a planet, slave of a planet, lost a race to a ten year old!" he fell out of his chair, his eyes tearing up. He got his wits about him when Bender brought lunch in.
"Okay, meat bags, in honor of the new flesh pile, I've made my specialty. Sewer Rat Stew!"
Fry leaned over and whispered to Tora, "Be prepared. Bender's the worst cook since my dad's Lobster Bisque Substitute." a bowl was placed in front of the newcomer. He looked around at the disgusted faces of the others. Amy pulled a rat tail from her serving.
Slowly, he took a sip. Immediately, he began to inhale the soup. "Let me guess. You like to tell guests they'll be getting crap, when it's really the best thing ever!" everyone gasped, shocked.
"You mean," Bender gagged, "you actually like my cooking?!"
"You had better believe it!" Tora replied, helping himself to seconds.
Tears welled up in the robot's eyes. "You've made me feel so appreciated." he wrapped the twenty year old in a tight hug, choking him.
"Bender, please stop hugging me." Tora gasped as he was released.
Next: First Mission
Tora is a character of my possession.
Planet Express
"So who is this guy?" Leela questioned, poking the unconscious Tora.
"He's my roommate from the twentieth century." Fry said. He was wearing a small neck brace, his ribs bandaged. "He was also my best friend. You see…"
Flashback tries to start, but Bender breaks in. "No stupid flashback! They take way to much time! It took days for you to talk about that stupid dog of yours!"
"Not that this fight isn't interesting, but the boy's waking up." Hermes interrupted.
Tora swung his legs over the side of the table and fell to his feet. He saw Fry and said, "Hey, Fry. I had the strangest dream. I…" he looked around, seeing a lobster, a cyclops, and a robot. "It wasn't a dream, huh?"
Later…
"So that's the whole story." Fry finished the story of his life in the future.
Tora began to laugh hysterically. "I can't believe it! Crazy house for robots, emperor of a planet, slave of a planet, lost a race to a ten year old!" he fell out of his chair, his eyes tearing up. He got his wits about him when Bender brought lunch in.
"Okay, meat bags, in honor of the new flesh pile, I've made my specialty. Sewer Rat Stew!"
Fry leaned over and whispered to Tora, "Be prepared. Bender's the worst cook since my dad's Lobster Bisque Substitute." a bowl was placed in front of the newcomer. He looked around at the disgusted faces of the others. Amy pulled a rat tail from her serving.
Slowly, he took a sip. Immediately, he began to inhale the soup. "Let me guess. You like to tell guests they'll be getting crap, when it's really the best thing ever!" everyone gasped, shocked.
"You mean," Bender gagged, "you actually like my cooking?!"
"You had better believe it!" Tora replied, helping himself to seconds.
Tears welled up in the robot's eyes. "You've made me feel so appreciated." he wrapped the twenty year old in a tight hug, choking him.
"Bender, please stop hugging me." Tora gasped as he was released.
Next: First Mission