You may have avoided the tab recall, but I didn't forget your outstanding debt, reads the next napkin.
Leela feigns innocence. Another napkin pops up with an outrageous figure. Oh.
"HAPPY HOUR IS OPEN! I guess."
She brushes herself off and looks at Sariel.
"I wouldn't call it my explosion. The Professor was demonstrating his latest invention, and there was a temporal flux anomaly. Er, I'm not really sure how I ended up here."
"A temporal flux--" Sariel winces. That sort of thing rarely, if ever, means anything good. "Should I ask?"
She keeps her nose out of Leela's conversation with Bar - that's very much not her business. The single napkin that appears for her when she's fully disentangled from her friend bears one letter, repeated. ZZZZZZ.
"I wouldn't. He called us into the meeting room to tell us he'd fixed the problem with the space/time continuum. This included some machine that was going to regulate the fluctuation in the second spatial dimension by amplifying the dimension of time."
Excuse Sariel for wincing again. That kind of temporal anomaly--ouch. Untested technology definitely, if not a crazy old man.
Leela's okay, that's at least something. As for time on her side of the door--ooh. Said door gets a suddenly wary glance. "Temporarily, do you think? ... And I'm not certain," is the eventual answer. "Months, at least."
Yes, that could sound like the answer to multiple questions. No, it isn't the answer to more than one.
"Not much, if anything." If Sariel sounds a little puzzled and a little bemused, almost in equal measure, it's because she is. This must be a segway. An odd segway. She's listening.
"It's true that it's a delivery company. And that I fly the ship, make sure the packages arrive safely, take inventory, make sure Bender doesn't steal things, make sure Fry doesn't lose things, make sure Bender doesn't steal things that Fry loses... But it's also the way the Professor funds his experiments."
"Well... there was that time we all ended up in Roswell in 1947, and they thought Bender was a UFO. Oh, and the time we harvested chronitons and it threw space/time out of whack. Er, and the time we fell into the tar pits in Florida and started growing younger. And..."
She stops.
"Let's just say that he's well past retirement age and has a lot of time on his hands."
"...Sariel?"
Beat.
"Milliways?"
Beeeeat.
"HEY. Who are you calling a 'barmaid'?!"
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"Leela? Are you alright?"
Beat.
"Yes, Milliways. Was that your explosion?"
Beat. Beat and a half.
"I wouldn't--!" Oh. There's a note.
"Oh. Bar..."
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Leela feigns innocence. Another napkin pops up with an outrageous figure. Oh.
"HAPPY HOUR IS OPEN! I guess."
She brushes herself off and looks at Sariel.
"I wouldn't call it my explosion. The Professor was demonstrating his latest invention, and there was a temporal flux anomaly. Er, I'm not really sure how I ended up here."
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She keeps her nose out of Leela's conversation with Bar - that's very much not her business. The single napkin that appears for her when she's fully disentangled from her friend bears one letter, repeated. ZZZZZZ.
"I... suppose it is."
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Beat.
"He's a crazy old man."
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... Okay, a couple seconds.
"Amplify the dimension of... I'm not sure that makes sense." Crazy old man indeed.
"You are alright, though?" The important things, you know.
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By a loose definition of 'sense'.
"I'm okay. But I think time on my side of the door might not be."
Crazy, crazy old man.
"How long has it been?"
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Leela's okay, that's at least something. As for time on her side of the door--ooh. Said door gets a suddenly wary glance. "Temporarily, do you think? ... And I'm not certain," is the eventual answer. "Months, at least."
Yes, that could sound like the answer to multiple questions. No, it isn't the answer to more than one.
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"Well... most of the time it gets fixed in the end. Uh."
Again, by a loose definition of 'fixed'.
"Months? That would explain why the Bar thought I was skipping out on my tab."
She glares -- probably just because she's secure in the knowledge that the Bar is sleeping.
"Are you okay?"
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The answer is rather rushed, thanks to the urgency of the question following it. Yikes!
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"How much have I told you about Planet Express?"
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"Experiments into time travel, specifically?" Sometimes these things need clarifying. "If I can ask."
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She stops.
"Let's just say that he's well past retirement age and has a lot of time on his hands."
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