Disclaimer: If Futurama was mine, it would've been shown this Sunday, instead of whatever cra--I mean erm, fine entertainment program it's been replaced with...
It Got Through
"Fry, whatever this important thing is, can't it wait until it's light, or until I'm awake?"
Leela was being dragged down a grungey New New York street at 4.00 in the morning by her co-worker Fry. Leela didn't now why, and to be honest, didn't care. All she was trying to do was sleep while standing up and being forcibly moved.
"I'll tell you soon..."
Early on yesterday...
'Happy Welcome Back Leela!' the sign read. A table was covered in snack food and Zoidberg was wearing a party hat.
"Wow, guys, you didn't have to do this!"
"Oh my, no. We didn'twant to." The Professor replied cheerfully."It was Fry who did everything. In fact, the longer you were away, the longer I didn't have to pay you. So I don't care!"
Zoidberg calling out "Welcome home, Leela!" and going to hug her covered up Leela's profanity-filled response.
As she saw him coming over, arms wide, she swiftly made her way over to the snack table.
She started to look for something that she liked, but couldn't find anything that even remotely resembled food.
Just as she was about to stick her finger in what looked like chip-dip, Fry came running over with a spoon in one hand and a dog bowl in the other.
"No, don't touch that!" He shouted. "It's acidic!"
"Ahh!" Leela shouted, quickly withdrawing her hand, which at this point was only half an inch from the foul substance.
Fry walked over to her as he continued his story.
"We found out when Bender was making it. He went to taste his 'masterpiece'," said Fry, making quotation marks in the air. This made Leela laugh. Secretly pleased with himself, he went on. "The stuff slipped from the Mama Rusty's Home Soldered Metallic Chip he'd put it on. It burned strait through his arm."
"Oh, my God!" Leela exclaimed. "But," she asked, puzzled. "Why did you serve it if it could kill people from the inside-out?"
"I didn't. I think it was Hermes. He was muttering something about 'cheep orphan labor' or something like that. This is why I'm eating the Bachelor Chow, But it's not as good now they've put flavour in it."
"Oh well...we better get rid of this food, it could kill everyone."
"Cleaning up food? That's easy. Zoidberg!"
Later that day...
Leela had put on her jacket and was heading towards the door when...More Cartoon Sex Stories...