I can’t take it! I’m being steamed In my own velour!
She’s right! Leela! You must try the tentacle. It’s like my soul is wearing a velour body glove. Using the twin guns of grace and tact, I blasted our worthless enemies with a fair compromise. We fight this battle, not for ourselves, but for our children, and our children’s children. Which is why I am forming a children’s brigade! Will the following youths please step forward. Captains log. Stardate: National Donut Day. We’re under attack from a ship made of solid fire. All weapons simply pass through and come out the other end. Like that ball bearing I once mistook for a mint.
