...and hide it
from me, we all know how accident-prone you are. No offense, but you could
really use a bit more sense than to tinker with the Professor's things."Exasperated, Fry turned and faced her, his eyes red and his nose running
from the tears. "Look, sometimes people have a right to privacy. Do you
really want to know what I was doing, or can you let it slide for once?"Leela was taken aback, both by Fry's expression and his tone of voice. She
didn't say anything, so Fry stalked out of the room, brushing past her.
Confused, she tried to tell him to stop, but he didn't bother listening.
She stared at him as he turned a corner of the hallway."Why do we always feel so opposite about each other?"***Fry downed another bottle of beer, letting it slip out of his hand when he
was done. He was feeling dizzy now, but still sad. He watched the bottle's
progress across the floor of his bedroom from the couch. It rolled across
the rug and stopped at Bender's foot."Whoa there, skintube. I thought humans had some kind of maximum alcohol
intake, or something." Bender picked up the empty bottle and dropped it
into his mouth, crushing it inside himself.Fry opened another bottle, waving it at Bender and sloshing some out at the
robot. He was evidently drunk. "I... don't... care."Bender grabbed the beer from Fry and drank it instead, belching fire at his
friend. "Look, buddy, I don't know much about humans or nothing, but even I