Doctor Zoidberg, Futurama

[whoopwhoowhoop]

*Eyes the paper*

"What’s this? A meal for Zoidberg?" *gobbles up the paper*

*Picks up the pen*

"And an after dinner-mint? How fancy!" *Munches on the pen-mint*

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[doodily_doo]

((Hee! Zoidberg! So good! I shove in.. PICKLES, only because... now my brain has decided to want to see these two have a conversation and decide whether or not you could understand a word between them.))

Pickles was bored. This sorting room was pretty lame. Just kind of... four walls and... that table with all the applications on it. At least he had clothes on now, but... man, he'd been out of booze for a while now. Lost track of the seconds, even. ...A long amount of seconds.

So! Distractions! Like this... weird pink thing!

"So, lobster dude, huh?" he asked, resisting the urge to poke Zoidberg... somewhere. Just to see how squishy he was, really. "That's, eh. That's pretty brutal."

[whoopwhoowhoop]

"Why thank you, friend! Now, Zoidberg is cool enough to be a 'dude'! I never dared dream!"

*points to Pickles' hair*

"Are those tentacles I'm seeing? Eh?"

[doodily_doo]

What? Tentacles? Pickles picks at one of his dreadlocks and shrugs. "Nah. That's uh. Yeah, that's a dreadlock." Then, like he's talking to a special educated child, "DREEEAADDDLOOOOCCCKKKK." And drops the dread, glancing to Zoidberg's own tentacle... things... and squinting his eyes. "Man, that'd be totally brutal. Dude, tentacles."

Oh, God, he really wanted to poke it...

[whoopwhoowhoop]

"A DREEEAADDDLOOOOCCCKKKK, you say? That's not nearly as useful! You deserve better! How's about it, want a new set of tentacles?"

[doodily_doo]

Pickles blinked. "No way, man, you mean you can, like, get me one'a them tentacle things?" And let his eyes widen slightly. "Dude. That's, like. Metal. YEAH, man, I mean... awesome!"

[whoopwhoowhoop]

"Sure I can! Why not?"

*Pulls out a few spare tentacles*

"Now, did you want them mixed with the DREEEAADDDLOOOOCCCKKKKs, or do you want I should shave your head?"