First Scuttle - Video
[The camera shows darkness, though through the darkness there are signs of moisture. After a few seconds of black, a uvula can be clearly seen. A few more seconds pass before the camera is pulled out completely, passing through the bright orange mouth frills that serve as Zoidberg’s lips. The frills cling to the device momentarily before releasing it. Then suddenly: the feed cuts out.
...
Only to resume about a minute later! This time, Zoidberg is sitting thoughtfully before the camera, near what appears to be a duck pond.]
Friends, friends! I have wonderful news! The row-butt woman called me a hero!
[He waits a moment, anticipation present in that hideously strange face. Apparently he doesn’t quite understand how the communicator works. Either that, or he’s waiting for someone to scold him.]
Friends? Hello? It’s Zoidberg, the Lovable Tramp, here to save the day!
[Every second that passes sees a change in his emotional state. First he seems indignant.]
Bah! How dare they? Always ignoring lowly Zoidberg, so high and mighty with their fancy space ships and their personal possessions. Bah! Now Zoidberg has a possession of his own! And not just this fancy phone-a-mah-jig, but keys to an apartment! That’s right! My own apartment. And you’re not invited to my housewarming party.
[But that temporary rant soon evaporates into something more profound. More... hideous. Now, he appears very remorseful.]
Friends, please, I implore you, show mercy on this pitiful lobster. This silent treatment, I’m not sure how much more I can take. I beg of you... Professor? Hermes? Row-butt?
Anyone?
[Those strange little mouth frills are now covering his eyes as he cries, disgusting, horrible sobbing sounds are emitted, and he cries genuine tears for several seconds before a claw comes to the camera and the transmission ends.]
...
Only to resume about a minute later! This time, Zoidberg is sitting thoughtfully before the camera, near what appears to be a duck pond.]
Friends, friends! I have wonderful news! The row-butt woman called me a hero!
[He waits a moment, anticipation present in that hideously strange face. Apparently he doesn’t quite understand how the communicator works. Either that, or he’s waiting for someone to scold him.]
Friends? Hello? It’s Zoidberg, the Lovable Tramp, here to save the day!
[Every second that passes sees a change in his emotional state. First he seems indignant.]
Bah! How dare they? Always ignoring lowly Zoidberg, so high and mighty with their fancy space ships and their personal possessions. Bah! Now Zoidberg has a possession of his own! And not just this fancy phone-a-mah-jig, but keys to an apartment! That’s right! My own apartment. And you’re not invited to my housewarming party.
[But that temporary rant soon evaporates into something more profound. More... hideous. Now, he appears very remorseful.]
Friends, please, I implore you, show mercy on this pitiful lobster. This silent treatment, I’m not sure how much more I can take. I beg of you... Professor? Hermes? Row-butt?
Anyone?
[Those strange little mouth frills are now covering his eyes as he cries, disgusting, horrible sobbing sounds are emitted, and he cries genuine tears for several seconds before a claw comes to the camera and the transmission ends.]