Or Orgalorg, if you want to be pedantic.
CLAP
CLAP
CLAP
Oh good, my slow clap processor made it into this thing. So we have that.
Doesn’t help a lot of people used to just boil broccoli without seasoning. Doesn’t do the flavor any favors.
Maybe a bit basic but I’m fond of Helvetica myself
I’ve seen pizzas with alfredo/“white sauce” as a base (not sure if by white sauce they mean bechamel or something else), usually with something like chicken or broccoli, or buffalo sauce on a buffalo chicken pizza, or even something like pesto with mozzarella and tomato. Tomato sauce is the classic option but there’s definitely room for some creative options.
Why unsee it when you can go deeper?
“Screw this, I’m leaving” *Backflips out of existence*
That’s both disheartening and not at all surprising.
Look, we took a chance and asked the moon. I didn’t know he was an alabaster moron, did I?
I think medium is right. It’s an unusual enough scene to narrow it down, but being a callback to an earlier episode makes it more difficult (you can see in the comments how most people are associating it with I Dated a Robot rather than Love and Rocket).
I’m pretty brave once you get past my macho exterior.
Oh Fry, I love you more than the moon, and the stars, and POETIC IMAGE 37 NOT FOUND
Making friends is easy! Just tie a balloon around their ankle to whisk them away to your secret private military base.
My fellow Earthicans, we enjoy so much freedom it’s almost sickening. We’re free to choose which hand our sex-monitoring chip is implanted in. And if we don’t want to pay our taxes, why, we’re free to spend a weekend with the Pain Monster.