Hi gang! This is yet another RTB2 episode that involves stuff that is pointless, violent, and hell funny. No literally. The next RTB episode is in hell itself. Just read and find out.

I thank all the reviewers that reviewed. I like to thank you all through names but I'm too lazy to type your names.

Also, this is also a song fic, so all the song words sung by Terra, Fry, or any other characters are in this format. Slade or Lila singing would be bold like this.

All things I'm continently ripping off belong to whomever own them in the first place.

Robot Hell Rip-off
Co-host: Slade

This chapter of RTB starts off where Terra is sliding down a long slide in a spiraling downward position. She remembers dying in the last chapter, but forgot otherwise.

When she reached the bottom, she saw Ammo with a microphone telling the folks, "Hi, and welcome to yet another RTB2. This time the fic is taken place in hell itself."

Terra looks around the horrible, fiery place that is hell. She then notices the metal, old Slade suit she wore in the Aftershock episodes.

"Ummm… Why am I in this suit again?" she asks.

Ammo smiles as he tells her, "Why were in none other than the place in Futurama, Robot Hell. The only way for you to be hurt here is if you were half machine."

Slade comes out of nowhere.

"Slade! What are you doing here?" Terra asks again. Slade answers, "I work here and I'm the co-host of this chapter of RTB2. Prepare to suffer!"

As Ammo leaves via Megaman teleport, Slade starts some music.

Awww crap, singing… Mind if I smoke? The place burns in an inferno as Terra gasps and burns with it. She is screaming in agony as she was on fire (literally).

Cigars are evil, you won't miss 'em.
We'll find ways to simulate that smell.
What a sorry fella, rolled up and smoked like a panatella.
Here on level one of Robot Hell.

He then punches Terra and sends her flying into an elevator, finally not on fire. She sees buttons that show words.

First level- smoking
Second level- stealing
Third- alcohol
Fourth- Sex
Fifth- Misc.

When they reached level two, Slade punched Terra into a microwave/wheel of torture machine as the machine started spinning the words on the wheel of torture half.

Gambling's wrong and so is cheating,
so is forging phony IOU's.
Let's let lady luck decide
what type of torture's justified.
I'm pit boss here on level two.

When the spinner stopped, it landed on 'deep fry' as more flames from hell burn her up even more. Slade laughs as he stares at the torture in front of him.

Ooh! Deep-fried robot!

Terra then begins to beg for forgiveness.

Just tell me why.
Please read this fifty-five-page warrant.
There must be cyborgs worse than I.
We checked around, there really aren't.
Then please let me explain;
my crimes were merely girlish pranks.
You stole from boy scouts, nuns, and banks!
Aw, don't blame me, blame my upbringing.
Please stop sinning while I'm singing!

Slade knocks her back into the elevator and brings her to level five and knocks her into some rappers who tie her up and starts to open up the suit to where the suit links to her real body.

Selling bootleg tapes is wrong.
Musicians need that income to survive.
Hey Terra, gonna make some noise!
With your hard drive scratched by the Beastie Boys!

The rappers then started to scratch her internal organs to make a rapping song while Terra suffers from the torture of being used as a CD for rapping.
That's whatcha, whatcha, whatcha get on level five!

Meanwhile… Lila and Fry were singing while sliding down the slide to hell...

I don't feel well.
It's up to us to rescue him.
Maybe he likes it here in hell.
It's us who tempted him to sin.
Maybe he's back at the motel.
Come on Fry; don't be scared,
I'm sure at least one of us will be spared.
So just sit back, enjoy the ride.
My ass has blisters from the slide…

Then, we see Slade strap dynamite on Terra and were singing while setting up for the explosion.

Fencing diamonds, fixing cockfights,
Publishing indecent magazines.
You'll pay for every crime,
Knee-deep in electric slime.
You'll suffer 'till the end of time,
Enduring tortures, most of which rhyme.
Trapped forever here in Robot Hell!

Just before he could light the fuse, Lila and Fry came in saying, "Don't worry Bender! We're here to save you!" Ammo comes and tells the two, "Ummm… Sorry but this is Robot Hell, California. I think your looking for Robot Hell, New Jersey."

"Oh," the two say and leave through the stairs. Then Slade lit the fuse and blew up Terra. All we see is a bunch of intestines spell in cursive "See Ya in Chapter 7!"

End Note
Hey! You could be in an RTB2 chapter! All you have to do is write your name in an e-mail sent to me and the first five will show up in the next five Chapters of RTB2! Just add your character's name, description, age, hair, eye, and skin color, and other things you want to be described in RTB2! Hurry! Only five chapters for the contest, so the first five are in the fanfic.

Side End Note
Sending the stuff for the contest in the reviews DOES NOT count!