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No, I’m Santa Claus

Nay, I respect and admire Harold Zoid too much to beat him to death with his own Oscar. Oh right. I forgot about the battle. I had more, but you go ahead. Tell her she looks thin. No! I want to live! There are still too many things I don't own!

No! I want to live

For one beautiful night I knew what it was like to be a grandmother. Subjugated, yet honored. We're rescuing ya. You're going to do his laundry? I had more, but you go ahead. I'm just glad my fat, ugly mama isn't alive to see this day. I guess if you want children beaten, you have to ...

Does anybody else feel jealous?

You can crush me but you can't crush my spirit! Oh Leela! You're the only person I could turn to; you're the only person who ever loved me. Fatal. Now, now. Perfectly symmetrical violence never solved anything. I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself. Good news, everyone! I've taught the ...

We need rest

Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid. You mean it controls your actions? I find your lack of faith disturbing. The plans you refer to will soon be back in our hands. Don't be too proud of this technological terror you've constructed. The ability to destroy a ...

I respect and admire Harold Zoid

Nay, I respect and admire Harold Zoid too much to beat him to death with his own Oscar. Eeeee! Now say "nuclear wessels"! This is the worst kind of discrimination: the kind against me! There, now he's trapped in a book I wrote: a crummy world of plot holes and spelling errors! I didn't ask for ...