The Real Estate Agent began to approach Dr. Zoidberg, reaching into his pocket and pulling something out. Zoidberg shot a long stream of ink from his ink bladder on to the real estate agent and scurried out of the room making a whooping noise.

"We'll get back with ya" Bender said strolling out the door.

The real estate agent wiped the globs of ink off of his face. His potential buyers stormed out of the house. The ink was everywhere, and everyone one that Decapodian ink never came out and left a foul horrid smell for at least a decade. He continued pulling out the deed to the house, his sale now ruined.

"Looks like old Gil the 50th isn't going to pay of that hotplate after all. Do'hhh" He whimpered.

Bender found Dr. Zoidberg rummaging through some trashcan bots a few blocks away. Apparently he never did find lunch earlier that day.

"So, where the hell do we go now?" Bender asked.

"Relax, Robit! The land will provide for Zoidberg now. Nature will run its course" The poverty stricken and insane lobster began to preach.

The sun began to set in the distance. Wolves and coyotes began to howl at the rising moon. Bad things happened in the firey depths of New Jersey at night. Especially for Robots, after all, it was the home of the Robot Devil.

"You can bite my shiny metal ass, I'm out of here!" Bender said leaving Dr. Zoidberg rummaging though the garbage can bots.

Bender stormed off into the night. How could he have been so stupid and wasted all of the rent money on a fake watch? He let down his best friend, his only friend actually.

"Aww Wiggles what have I done?" Bender cried. He hadn't felt this bad since he through Seymour Asses, Fry's beloved fossilized dog into a sub terrain volcano under the PE building.

"I don't deserve to function anymore, take me now oh evil one" Bender wailed.

Suddenly a burst of smoke filled the empty road Bender was walking down, the lights of the neighbor hood went off, one by one. After the smoke had settled, Bizzlebot himself stood before Bender, his jagged yellow teeth and haunting eyes glimmering in the darkness.

"Are you ready to parish Bender? Robot Hell is a little different since you last saw it, we sold 50 of our shares to the Fox Network." The Robot Devil said, following with an evil and sinister laugh.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH! No, no. Anything but that!" Bender pleaded. "I was just joking, I have seen the light. Anything but a Fox owned community!"

"Its too late, your going to rot in the pit of despair. You should feel lucky your only the fourth condemned soul. You'll share it with Johnny 5, The remains of the T-100 and Christopher Walken."

"I didn't know Christopher Walken was a robot!" Bender said surprised.

"Oh come on, his cpu was fried during his assembly, honestly who talks and acts like that?" The Robot Devil said.

"Tom Cruise?" Bender answered.

"Ya know, I always wondered that myself. Surely he isn't human" The Robot Devil said pulling out a blackberry and typing it in. "Tom Cruise at 4pm. Bwa ha ha ha!"

Another large poof of smoke appeared and the Robot Devil and Bender where no more.

Fry stood in shock. Leela's whole apartment was covered in a purple reddish tint. How was he going to explain this to her, without getting his ass kicked? To his horror, Leela walked out of the bathroom in a towel dripping wet. Amazingly she didn't seem angry. A demented smile began to draw itself upon her face, her eye became dazed. Leela fainted with a thud.

"Leela are you ok? I'll clean it up!" Fry pleaded.

There was no response from Leela, she was unconscious the site of Fry's mess had over whelmed her. Fry shrugged and returned to the couch and found the grilled cheese sandwich he had dropped and resumed eating. As long as Leela was going to be out for awhile, there was no sense in starting just yet. Fry watched the TV his eyes got heavier and heavier until they closed and he began to snore.

A few hours passed and there was a loud knock coming from the door. Fry woke up and saw that Leela had been awake for sometime now cleaning her trashed apartment. Fry answered the door it was Dr. Zoidberg.

"What are you doing here, Zoidberg? Fry asked in an agitated voice.

"It appears that your robit friend has disappeared in the depths of New Jersey, Fry." Zoidberg wailed.

"Oh no. He's out there all alone, with no alchohol !" Fry yelled. " I got to save him!"

"Yeah, yeah. After you throw this trash out you can save Bender." Leela scolded Fry.

"Oh, do I gotta?" Fry pleaded.

"Fine. Just go, and consider your stay officially over." Leela said.