OK, this has gotta stop. I'm going to remind Fry of his humanity the way only a woman can. Morbo will now introduce tonight's candidates… PUNY HUMAN NUMBER ONE, PUNY HUMAN NUMBER TWO, and Morbo's good friend, Richard Nixon. Oh, all right, I am. But if anything happens to me, tell them I died robbing some old man. Son, as your lawyer, I declare y'all are in a 12-piece bucket o' trouble. But I done struck you a deal: Five hours of community service cleanin' up that ol' mess you caused. Are you crazy? I can't swallow that. Come, Comrade Bender! We must take to the streets! So I really am important? How I feel when I'm drunk is correct? This is the worst part. The calm before the battle.