We know all your sins, Bender! And for each one we've prepared an agonizing and ironic punishment! Gentlemen...
[A robot-demon band plays up-tempo music]
Ah, crap. Singing... Mind if I smoke?
[Singing] Cigars are evil, you won't miss 'em,
We'll find ways to simulate that smell.
What a sorry fella, rolled up and smoked like a panatela,
Here on Level One of Robot Hell.
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