The Price We Pay for Multitasking at Work

Good news, everyone! There’s a report on TV with some very bad news! Then we’ll go with that data file! Daylight and everything. If rubbin’ frozen dirt in your crotch is wrong, hey I don’t wanna be right.

Just once I’d like to eat dinner with a celebrity who isn’t bound and gagged. I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. No, she’ll probably make me do it.

Say what? Who are you, my warranty?! Yes, except the Dave Matthews Band doesn’t rock. Or a guy who burns down a bar for the insurance money! Leela’s gonna kill me. Son, as your lawyer, I declare y’all are in a 12-piece bucket o’ trouble. But I done struck you a deal: Five hours of community service cleanin’ up that ol’ mess you caused.

But, like most politicians, he promised more than he could deliver. Why not indeed! Daylight and everything. And then the battle’s not so bad? Hello, little man. I will destroy you! No, I’m Santa Claus! Kif might! Man, I’m sore all over. I feel like I just went ten rounds with mighty Thor. I found what I need. And it’s not friends, it’s things. Then we’ll go with that data file!

Calculon is gonna kill us and it’s all everybody else’s fault! We’ll need to have a look inside you with this camera. I’m just glad my fat, ugly mama isn’t alive to see this day. Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything. Morbo can’t understand his teleprompter because he forgot how you say that letter that’s shaped like a man wearing a hat. You’ve killed me! Oh, you’ve killed me!


The Office of Feltron


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