Hey, guys. You missed a great delivery to Space Earth. Where you been all afternoon?
Ooh, was it jazz noodling? My ex-boyfriend Sean played the sax. I used to listen for hours while he sat naked on my couch and improvised.
So musicians really Rodger your Hammerstein, huh?
Yeah, it's weird; Sean was uneducated, unambitious. He was pasty and hunched--
But when he played I could sense this incredible, beautiful creative soul. Then one day I found someone else's couch fibers on his butt.
That could be my beautiful soul sitting naked on her couch. If I could just learn to play this stupid thing.
Oh, but you can. But you may have to metaphorically make a deal with the devil. And by "devil", I mean Robot Devil. And by "metaphorically", I mean get your coat.
Oh, Fry. All this time you've had this incredible gift and I never knew. I've been a fool. A fully-justified, prudent fool. [holds his new hands, then quickly draws them back] They're so cold...
[shouting from street below them] And yet hell is so hot! [laughs briefly] Can I have my hands back now?
[sulkily] You're not nice!
Ah, how delightfully ironic.
It's not ironic, it's just mean! Take this! [Honks his air horn, only for it to become depleted]
Ooh! Out of aerosol. Also ironic.
Oh, yeah?! Well, bite my shiny metal-- [remembers that he gave up his crotch plate] OH, NOOOOOOOOO!
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