Hermes had finally found Professor Farnsworth, who had fallen asleep in the bathroom looking at Ultra-Porn. This image was something that would haunt Hermes for the rest of his life. The two where watching the ships re-entry on a radar screen located in the buildings fallout shelter.
I never knew we had a bomb shelter, Professor. I could have written it off for tax purposes. The greedy bureaucrat said.
Yes, yes. All modern day mad scientists have one, its all the rage like Myspace . The Professor said.
You have a Myspace! Wow everyone is on that. I even added the Oriole Bird, the mascot for the Baltimore Orioles at lunch! Hermes said, with excitement.
Yes, he is on my top 1 trillion! The Professor carried on the conversation.
Hermes noticed a blip on the screen moving at a break neck velocity toward the green blip that looked like Mrs. Pac man, while the familiar pink, blue and red ghosts floated aimlessly along the screen like any other 31st century radar screen.
Sweet pajamas of Nostradamus! Is it this herbal cigarette I be smoking or is that blip on a collision course with the ship? Hermes said, his eyes somewhat blood shot.
Sweet baby zombie Jesus! This movie isnt as funny as I thought it would be! The Professor said, looking away from the shelters TV that was playing Talladega Knights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby-Solo, staring Will Farrells head attached to Bending-bot 87218s body.
The Professor, in a swivel chair turned to the radar screen the lenses of his eye glasses filling up with sweat like an aquarium. He watched as the dot headed toward the green Mrs. Pac man astonished.
What is all the commotion! Youre interrupting the feast! Zoidberg yelled, while scarfing down the rations Professor Farnsworth had stored away for inevitable planetary destruction or when he wanted to host a dinner party.
Hermes picked up a broom and began to hit the pesky crab man like he was some stray dog that had wandered into your trashcans at 2am on a cold December night.
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