Fry took the 3 prisoners to the laundry room, which also doubled as the brig during times of crisis. Walt picked up one of Dr. Zoidberg's lab coats.
"You cant leave us in here! Its cruel and unusual punishment! The smell alone of these fowl garments will suffocate us!" Walt cursed Fry, banging on the steel hatch.
Walt's pleads meant nothing to Fry. Maybe I can use them as bargaining chips. Like that game you play with cards…go fish! Or was it Monopoly? Damn. The idiotic delivery boy returned to the ship's bridge. Earth was now in view, Bender had continued to pilot the ship during the whole incarceration.
"Why didn't you just kill those slimey humans? I would have!" Bender began.
"Call me stupid, but I think they may come in handy down the road." Fry replied.
"Your stupid, you should have just wasted them. It would have helped me on my mission to destroy all humans, besides you pork sack. I don't condone pet abuse." Bender began to chug a bottle of beer.
Moments later, the ship was perfectly parked in the familiar docking bay of Planet Express. Bender cut the engines and waited for the idiot to come up with any further instructions.
"Well, I guess we get off the ship." Fry hesitated.
"You are truly a genius strategic mind." Bender joked.
The duo made their way down the ramp but were met with a volley of laser fire. They rolled out of the way to find cover.
"Good news everyone, I'm going to kill you!" The imposter Professor howled in delight.
The cyborg began to knock over wooden crates, looking for the bending robot and Fry. He began to grow more irate after every passing second.
"Wow, the Professor still hasn't cooled off. That viagra from Venus must have been industrial strength!" Fry commented.
"Woooooo." Bender chuckled.
The lab coat clad cyborg fired his blaster toward the direction of Bender's sarcastic noise. The crates they were hiding behind were vaporized. Fry and Bender cowardly hug each other.
"Uh, if this makes us look gay, at least we're gonna die!" Bender wailed.
Fry felt something metallic poking him from inside his pocket. He pulled it out, it was the name tag Leela had given him! In an act of pure desperation he threw the metal object as hard as he could at the Professor. It hit him directly between his specs right on the bridge of his nose. Oil soon leaked out.
"Do old guys bleed robot oil?" Fry asked.
The cyborg, now exposed began to emit sparks from his face. It dropped the pistol in an act of confusion.
"Somebody is pending for a bending" Bender rolled up the sleeves on his powerful robotic arms.
He trudged toward the cyborg and smashed the laser pistol with his heavy foot. If there was one thing Bender hated more than humans, it was robots that pretended to be human. He thrust one of his 3 fingered hands directly into the cyborg's head and ripped off all of the artificial skin.
"So you show your true form. Traitor!" Bender screamed and began to pound both of his robotic fists into the machine.
The cyborg began to retaliate back and searched through a few files on martial arts. He stopped and began to load Archian Kung Fu. How fitting to destroy the robot with the same moves as its friend, Leela. With a sharp round house kick to Benders head, it began to pick up more momentum.
"Your obsolete, Bending unit. I don't wish to kill another robotic life form, let me terminate the one known as Phillip J. Fry and my mission is complete." The robotic head attached to an old man's body commanded.
"Sure, go ahead. He's all yours." Bender backed off.
The cyborg spun his head around 360degrees, it stopped in disbelief, Fry was gone! All the cyborg heard next was the word chump as an overwhelming force bent his neck and soon snapped it's head off like a berry being plucked from a bush. Bender sadly dropped the robotic head to the cement floor.
"Obsolete? I'm happy to let you know that I updated to a new version of Bender ware. Would you like to register? NO DAMN IT!" Bender screamed to himself.
Fry crawled out form his hiding space, behind a curtain by a window. He observed the wreckage that had once been a Mom Corp Cyborg. Bender also admired his handy work.
"You wouldn't have really let him go after me and kill me would you? Fry asked somewhat sheepishly.
Bender didn't reply he simply light up another one of his infinite cigars and responded by blowing a wave of smoke into Fry's face. The cancerous smoke made Fry choke and gag. Fry bent down and started to observe the remains of the robot.
"You know, I don't think this was really the Professor, I bet it was some kind of robot." Said Fry.
"Excellent deduction, Sherlock Fry. Tell me, what makes you come to this conclusion.
Bender looked around at all of the oil, wires that had been striped out of the body when he ripped the cyborg's head off and the still twitching body.
"Elementary my dear, Bender, elementary." Fry said holding the cyborg's head in his hands.
He turned the head around and inscribed on the back was: Mom Net T-100 S-10 Extended Cab 4WD. Only Mom Corp made robots and classified them as mid size pick up trucks!
"So this was some kind of hostile take over? Damn, I was hoping we could go on strike!" Bender replied.
Fry dropped the oily metallic skull on the ground and began to wipe off his hands. "Afraid not old buddy, we have to stick a pineapple down Mom's suck hole."
They started to run out of the building but heard some murmuring down the hall. "Wait who's that?" Bender asked.
The busted down a door and saw Hermes bound and gagged behind his desk. Bender knocked the desk out of the way and ripped the ropes apart effortlessly.
"You moron! Oh well, that desk can come out of Zoidberg's pay, once this place is up and running again." Hermes dusted himself off.
"Hermes, what the hell is going on?" Fry asked.
"Well the Professor was acting very oddly as you might recall. Instead of firing me he told me to stop doing paperwork, I refused, so then he tied me up, mon!" Hermes explained.
"That was the Professor, it was some robot. Mom sent it here to ruin us! I bet she has the Professor and his forcing him to sell the company to her!" Fry went on.
"Gee, mon, that is so stupid it may be true. I'll get to the central bueracracy and fill out all the proper forms we will need to acquire the legal means to break into Momcorp, endanger the public and a leaf burning permit!"
Fry and Bender watched as the short pudgy Jamaican limboed out of the room. "Leaf burning permit? Wow he is going all out on this!" Bender replied.
"Quick to the Planet Express ship!" Fry ordered.
"What's the rush bone bucket? It takes 2-3 business days for any kind of forms to go through." Bender grabbed Fry who was about to make a dead sprint.
"What should we do until then?" Fry asked.
"Oh, I have an idea or two in the old CPU." Bender replied following with his trademark sinister laugh.