!more!crack! "House vs Bender"
This is for 
sizzleleg because I love her!
I wrote two sentences for this about three months ago but seeing as Sophie is all about Bender at the moment, I decided to finish if off for her today.
Title: House and the alcoholic, thieving robot.
Word count: 300
AN: Crack, which as always, is not to be taken seriously. I am not planning on writing anymore House/Futurama crossovers. I AM also writing proper fics at the moment (Denbigh, it's on it's way!) - it's not all about the crack!
House Vs Bender.
House’s mood was made even worse when he walked into his office and found it being ransacked by an alcoholic robot.
“Who are you and why should I care before calling security?”
The robot jumped up in a fluster “Ah! Um…I’m Fry. Yes, Philip J. Fry is my name.”
House walked around the desk to his chair, “Oh, so you’re the bozo who got a spanner stuck sideways in his mouth?”
Bender looked momentarily stumped before coming up with, “No, he’s my brother. My twin brother. We’re so close, we have the same name.”
“So your mother had no imagination?”
“None whatsoever!” Bender said, proudly.
House picked up the phone, “You’re committing burglary.”
“But burglary’s cool!” Bender held his fingers to his mouth in anticipation as to what House’s next move would be. He couldn’t be arrested again, not twice in one day.
“True. It’s pretty cool.” The phone was put back down.
Phew, Thought Bender, he seems like a sucker - now for my next trick. He got on his knees in front of House and begged. “Please mister, you got any booze?”
House put his legs up on the desk, just skimming the top of Bender’s head. “Plenty thanks,” he said, noticing the robot’s hopeful grin, “And it’s all for me. Now get out, no tin-buckets allowed in here.”
Bender shuffled closer on his knees, hands locked together in prayer, “I need booze! I’ll do anything, even clean out the liposuction vacuum with my mouth…”
House just reached for the phone again.
Defeated, Bender got up off his knees and whistled innocently as he walked out.
Once in the corridor, away from the steely glare of that scary doctor, he giggled to himself as he opened the wallet he’d stolen.
“OHHH!” he exclaimed in disappointment.
It was empty.
sizzleleg because I love her!
I wrote two sentences for this about three months ago but seeing as Sophie is all about Bender at the moment, I decided to finish if off for her today.
Title: House and the alcoholic, thieving robot.
Word count: 300
AN: Crack, which as always, is not to be taken seriously. I am not planning on writing anymore House/Futurama crossovers. I AM also writing proper fics at the moment (Denbigh, it's on it's way!) - it's not all about the crack!
House Vs Bender.
House’s mood was made even worse when he walked into his office and found it being ransacked by an alcoholic robot.
“Who are you and why should I care before calling security?”
The robot jumped up in a fluster “Ah! Um…I’m Fry. Yes, Philip J. Fry is my name.”
House walked around the desk to his chair, “Oh, so you’re the bozo who got a spanner stuck sideways in his mouth?”
Bender looked momentarily stumped before coming up with, “No, he’s my brother. My twin brother. We’re so close, we have the same name.”
“So your mother had no imagination?”
“None whatsoever!” Bender said, proudly.
House picked up the phone, “You’re committing burglary.”
“But burglary’s cool!” Bender held his fingers to his mouth in anticipation as to what House’s next move would be. He couldn’t be arrested again, not twice in one day.
“True. It’s pretty cool.” The phone was put back down.
Phew, Thought Bender, he seems like a sucker - now for my next trick. He got on his knees in front of House and begged. “Please mister, you got any booze?”
House put his legs up on the desk, just skimming the top of Bender’s head. “Plenty thanks,” he said, noticing the robot’s hopeful grin, “And it’s all for me. Now get out, no tin-buckets allowed in here.”
Bender shuffled closer on his knees, hands locked together in prayer, “I need booze! I’ll do anything, even clean out the liposuction vacuum with my mouth…”
House just reached for the phone again.
Defeated, Bender got up off his knees and whistled innocently as he walked out.
Once in the corridor, away from the steely glare of that scary doctor, he giggled to himself as he opened the wallet he’d stolen.
“OHHH!” he exclaimed in disappointment.
It was empty.