Fry grabbed his nose as Leela slammed the door with all her might. A few drips of blood began to drip from his finger tips.
"Oh looks like you wont be having children with a damaged human horn" Zoidberg said reaching into his pocket and pulling out a band aid.
The out of his time delivery boy and uninformed doctor got into an elevator. Even though his nose was bloody he could still smell the stench that was Dr. Zoidberg.
Meanwhile in Robot Hell Bender was already sitting in the pit of despair. Christopher Walken-bot was rambling on.
Bender opened his chest plate and began rapidly pushing a self destruct button. He had threatened to kill himself day in and day out, but this time he was serious!!
"Aww crap. Its disconnected. This truly is hell" Bender said slamming his chest plate shut.
"The only thing that makes it hell, is that there simply is not enough cow bell…………I need more cowbell" Christopher Walken said to nobody in particular.
Bender pulled out the same crow bar that he had dubbed his master key and began pounding it into his metallic head.
Fry and Zoidberg began walking to the PE building, there was only one person they could ask for help now, no not Zap Brannigan or even Slurms Mcenzie the two biggest heroes in the galaxy. Just Fry's great great great great….. oh you get the point.
"Man I haven't been this early to work since I lived here, when I used the conference table as a bed" Fry mumbled to himself.
"I know. Thanks to you, that desk lost all of its plush and comfort! I haven't had a proper nights rest in months!" Zoidberg said.
Fry rang the intercom buzzer at the buildings front door. Professor Farnsworth had invested every dime he had earned over his 160 years of life into purchasing the building and used it as a home, a laboratory and a interstellar delivery company. The intercom chirped to life.
"Go away, we are closed." Farnsworth said.
"Professor its your old friend Zoidberg, I've come home" Zoidberg said.
"Go away we are closed" Farnsworth replied once more.
Fry put his hands in his jacket pockets in frustration. Sometimes dealing with a senile old 30th nephew just wasn't fun. He let out a sigh, he had to be nice to him though.
"No Professor, its me Fry. Bender is somewhere in New Jersey!" Fry exclaimed.
"Dear me. Gentle Bender you say? In New Jersey? " The senile professor said.
Suddenly the front door of the building cracked open. The front lobby smelled of moth balls and expired lobster. They walked upstairs to the conference room were the wrinkled and liver spot ridden living corpse waited. The professor once again didn't recognize them.
"No, I am not interested in learning about the Church of Later day Saints. I tell you Mormons no every damn time! Now go away WE ARE CLOSED!" The Professor yelled his fraile wrinkled arms waving like reeds on a windy day.
"Professor, you let us in to save Bender don't you remember? The robit is in trouble" Zoidberg said, rolling his eyes.
"Duh wha? The Professor muttered in disbelief.
"WE NEED TO GET BENDER" Fry yelled, his throat burning from yelling so loud.
"YOU DENTED MY FENDER? I will sue the pants of you!" The Professor began to turn red and balled his frail hands into tight fists that looked like some kind of alien raisin.
In a defensive instinct Zoidberg shot a glob of ink into the professor and grabbed Fry and scurried out of the building. Apparently the Professor hadn't taken his alltimers medication yet.
"OHHHHH MY FENDER. I am going to vent this out in the anger dome!" The Professor said watching the shrinking figures of Fry and Zoidberg run down the road from his window.
A few blocks away the lobster being and Fry where panting out of breath. The Professor wasn't going to be of help this time. It was now up to Fry and Zoidberg to save Bender from the depths of Robit, I mean Robot Hell.
Zoidberg looked up into the sky and yelled.
"Hey Robit is my line, enough, enough with all the narrating!" Zoidberg yelled waving his claws.
"Shhh. Its his story Zoidberg." Fry said.
"Ahh the hell with this. Zoidberg is going to write his own story. Always Fry and Leela and the damn robit. Why not Zoidberg the real star of Futurama?" Zoidberg stormed off back toward the Planet Express Building waving his claws in obvious fustration.
Now it was up to Benders best, and only friend. Phillip J. Fry.
"Lets get bizz-eee" Fry said cracking his knuckles.
To be continued…
"Oh come on" Fry yelled to the clear evening sky.
"Can't you read!" Somebody yelled from a nearby apartment complex. The voice sounded vaguely like Fry and Benders old landlord that ordered Bender off the floor due to his antenna or "robot horn" messing up TV reception.
Fry turned and looked at the small sign. It looked like a regualr 20th century no parking sign. The sign read "No crazy talk 9am-6pm"
"Damn you, New New York, you've won this round." Fry said under his breath.
For real this time, To be continued.