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I’m gonna be a stalker! That’s not really a career. More of a felony. Man, I’m gonna stalk his brains out. Ooh! Big news on the Calculon fansite! There’s a flash mob headed for his plastic surgeon’s office! There, that’s as big as I can make it. But I caution you, it looks completely unrealistic. You let me worry about that! Just do your job. Very well. Will you be using your SAG insurance? No, cash. I’d like to be discreet. Dear God, no! Oh boy, oh boy, he’s here. Calculon, I love you! Have my baby! CALCULON.

It’s too late. The inspector’ll be here in exactly one second. Who are you? Morgan Proctor, grade 19. Hermes Conrad, grade 36. Enough banter. Shall we begin? Don’t worry. I have a plan. I’m going to jump! Don’t do it! You have so much to live for! Reverse psychology? Old friend, don’t jump! Use a method that won’t damage your liver. Others need it, you know? Husband, no! Out of my way! I’m not cut out to be a bureaucrat! I’m only anal 78.36 % of the time. I’m not worthy to stamp a form, so I’ll stamp the cement with my body! If you complete your death transaction without filing a suicide.

Replacing your testoster-oil with fem-bot lubricants… can cause wild mood swings. And the effects may be irreversible. Well, let’s get started. No! You can’t! If you have even the slightest respect for the dignity of women- I’m sorry, ladies, but I must do this. Not for you. Not for Bender. But for the proud people of Robonia! Come on. Come on. Come on. I can’t watch this’cause it’s creepy and wrong and sick. However, I will watch out of curiosity. I’m about to begin the process of reshaping Bender’s body.