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From Hell is Other Robots Robot Devil: Gentlemen? [Music starts] Bender: Aw, crap, singing. Mind if I smoke? Robot Devil: Cigar's 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 collicella, here on level one of Robot Hell! Gambling's wrong and so is cheating, so is f orging phony I.O.U.s. Let's let Lady Luck decide what type of torture's justified, I'm pit force here on level two! Ooh, deep-fried robot! Bender: Just tell me why! Robot Devil: Just read this fifty-five page warrant. Bender: There must be robots worse than I! Robot Devil: We checked around, there really aren't. Bender: Then please let me explain, my crimes were merely boyish pranks. Robot Devil: You stole from boy scouts, nuns and banks! Bender: Aw, don't blame me, blame my upbringing! Robot Devil: Please stop sinning while I'm singing! Selling bootleg tapes is wrong, musicians need that income to survive. Beastie Boys: Hey, Bender gonna make some noise! With your hard drive scratched by the Beastie Boys! (Record scratching sounds) That's what-cha what-cha what-cha get on level five! Fry: I don't feel well! Leela: It's up to us to rescue him. Fry: Maybe he likes it here in hell? Leela: It's us who tempted him to sin. Fry: Maybe he's back at the motel? Leela: Come on, Fry, don't be scared! I'm sure at least one of us will be spared, so sit back and enjoy the ride. Fry: My ass has blisters from the slide! Robot Devil: 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! |