Classic song.. who remebers it?

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Classic song.. who remebers it?
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Open Starter <black hole>
Storming off to the airlock, the robot turned to face the meat bags who wanted him to explore the other side of a black hole doohickymabob or whatever. “Kiss my shiny metal ass. I’m not going with you or your stinky crew. You’ve shot me into danger far to much and for far to little compensation. This is the last straw!” Bender pulled out a straw and snapped it in half. “And now there are no straws at all. Heh.” He crossed his arms.
“Listen all, I know you will miss me more then anyone else, but I have no choice. It will be with much reluctance on your part to see me go, but its for my best.” He kicked open the airlock and leaped through the sucking hole, shooting himself though the cosmos. Stupid life forms. I wish I had a growler full of beer. Contemplating how much he wanted to kill all humans, Bender put on his cool shades and swam through space in a leisurely backstroke. He kicked his legs, whistling a tune.
The ship behind him shot a harpoon at the escaping robot and it whooshed by his side. “Ha! Missed me. Nyeh nyeh come get me! Ouch,” he whined, as the harpoon retracted and klunked his head on the way back. Bender Bending Rodriguez spun around from the impact, and whistled at the large black hole he had inadvertently thrown himself at. “Oh this is bull! How was I supposed to know the airlock was facing that way?”
Bender realized he was getting nowhere without some coercion. The robot hostilely rolled up his sleeves as if he was about to hit her, but instead he snatched handgun from inside his chest compartment. “Phillip J. Fry! The delivery boy. The drooling idiot. I’m gonna count to three and you’re gonna tell me what I need to know before I blow this joint. This time, Leela’s not here to stop me.” His glass bulb optics didn’t waver their gaze as he focused intently on the woman. Unlike the usual mid-day city bustle, this street was eerily barren. Leaves rustled in the ambiance. He began his count warningly, “one…”
The gun was withdrawaled and she starts to panic.
“I see a lot of p-people each day !!”
Holly says, staring at the gun. What was this guys problem, seriously ?? No one was this crazy on her little tiny island. She could tell that he wasn’t even from here the moment she saw him.
“I’m a waitress, I don’t ask for peoples names, I don’t know who Leela or this Phillip J. Fry is !!”
“A waitress, huh? A pint of beer then, and make it snappy,” he ordered. Putting the gun back, he replaced it with a fat cigar and blew a cool-looking puff of smoke in the gal’s face. Bender looked away impatiently and tapped his metal foot cuff on the sidewalk.
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She’s confused, very confused. None of this is making any sense to Holly.
“Excuse me ?? Sugar-tits ?? What the hell is your problem ?? Who’s Fry ??”
Bender realized he was getting nowhere without some coercion. The robot hostilely rolled up his sleeves as if he was about to hit her, but instead he snatched handgun from inside his chest compartment. “Phillip J. Fry! The delivery boy. The drooling idiot. I’m gonna count to three and you’re gonna tell me what I need to know before I blow this joint. This time, Leela’s not here to stop me.” His glass bulb optics didn’t waver their gaze as he focused intently on the woman. Unlike the usual mid-day city bustle, this street was eerily barren. Leaves rustled in the ambiance. He began his count warningly, “one...”
"I want to hurt you you lousy little-"
Send “I want to hurt you” for my muse’s reponse // accepting // @bendingunit
Holly gave the… thing an odd look, brows furrowed as she inhaled.
“First of all, why, and second of all, are you suggesting that I’m A little or that I AM little ?? Because one is incorrect, but two is correct.”
Bender pointed his finger in the human woman’s face angrily. “Hey lady, I don’t know what you’re saying, but I came to Maine to find my friend- who I was told YOU drug off somewhere,” he growled. The shiny grey robot’s metal body glinted sunlight dimly. His other hand was clasped into a fist. “So shove it, sugar-tits! And lead me to Fry.”
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