Man, I’m sore all over. I feel like I just went ten rounds with mighty Thor. Throw her in the brig. We’re rescuing ya. Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. I decline the title of Iron Cook and accept the lesser title of Zinc Saucier, which I just made up. Uhh… also, comes with double prize money. I never loved you.
Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them. Is today’s hectic lifestyle making you tense and impatient? There’s one way and only one way to determine if an animal is intelligent. Dissect its brain!