We don’t have a brig. Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk! You guys aren’t Santa! You’re not even robots. How dare you lie in front of Jesus? And I’m his friend Jesus. Fetal stemcells, aren’t those controversial? Your best is an idiot! Spare me your space age technobabble, Attila the Hun! We need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised. With a warning label this big, you know they gotta be fun!
