Office Hours; Office #11. Monday [ 07/26 ].
"Goodbye, cruel world!"
No, Farnsworth wasn't about to end it all. He'd worked too damn hard to get to be this old to just end it all. He was simply redecorating his office. The globe landed in the trash with a thunk.
"Goodbye, cruel lamp."
The lamp went thunk, too.
"Goodbye, cruel velvet drapes, lined with what would appear to be some sort of cruel muslin and the cute little pom-pom curtain pull cords. Cruel though they may be..."
The drapes did not go thump. They didn't even go whoosh, because Farnsworth was hesitating.
"No, you can stay, velvet drapes. Goodbye, cruel Pop Tart invention that makes me only wait two seconds for my Pop Tart to be still cold!"
[[ open door, open office, open post! And shamelessly stolen dialogue ]]
No, Farnsworth wasn't about to end it all. He'd worked too damn hard to get to be this old to just end it all. He was simply redecorating his office. The globe landed in the trash with a thunk.
"Goodbye, cruel lamp."
The lamp went thunk, too.
"Goodbye, cruel velvet drapes, lined with what would appear to be some sort of cruel muslin and the cute little pom-pom curtain pull cords. Cruel though they may be..."
The drapes did not go thump. They didn't even go whoosh, because Farnsworth was hesitating.
"No, you can stay, velvet drapes. Goodbye, cruel Pop Tart invention that makes me only wait two seconds for my Pop Tart to be still cold!"
[[ open door, open office, open post! And shamelessly stolen dialogue ]]