Bender?! You stole the atom. When will that be? I wish! It’s a nickel. Okay, I like a challenge. Shinier than yours, meatbag. No! The kind with looting and maybe starting a few fires! I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Stop! Don’t shoot fire stick in space canoe! Cause explosive decompression!
Goodbye, cruel world. Goodbye, cruel lamp. Goodbye, cruel velvet drapes, lined with what would appear to be some sort of cruel muslin and the cute little pom-pom curtain pull cords. Cruel though they may be… Or a guy who burns down a bar for the insurance money!