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Chapter #8

Table talk

    by: too much free time Author IconMail Icon
(The following is an extract from 'Anthology of no interest'. A fanfiction writter 'by me' on fanfiction.net)


Nearly everyone save the new and imprived Fry and the depth deprived Cyclops were at the meeting table. The professor was briefing Bender on the life endangering mission they would be talking once all where present.

The door swooshed open and all turned their heads to see a buff Fry carrying Leela on his back. He had her hands on her butt, however she seemed to actually be enjoying it. Not surprising considering she looked ready to rip of their cloths and do it right on the table yesterday. He set the girl down who seemed reluctant to part with him before taking his own seat.

“Fry mon, Leela.” Said the resident Jamaican bureaucrat. “Your both 12 minutes and forty five seconds late. Dat's coming out of your pay.”

“That's a dollar three.” He Say's. Amazing the rest of the crew with his new knowledge.

“A dolla three you neva be seein' again.” Hermes said stubbornly.

“What happened last night Fry. You were supposed to help me steal hubcaps to sell back to their owners last night. So I had to settle for using them to beat the chumps up and steal their wallet's. I hope your happy.”

“Sorry Bender but Leela and I were...Uh otherwise engaged.” He said scratching the back of his head.

That shut up the robotic felon as he looked at the exhausted and haggard Leela and the embarrassed Fry.

“Oh...your...god.”

Amy leaned over the table at whispered to the cyclops sitting next to her.

“'Fry' did this to you? How!? Last time I did it with him I didn't even have to get off the phone.” She whispered.

Leela just looked at her with a tired eye. A large cat with the canary grin across her face.

“Gleesh what did he do to you?”

The older woman whispered in the Mar's heiress's ear and making the known Nympho blush for the first time since puberty.

The professor cough to get their attention. Shoving the escaped lung back in he turned on the hologram projector.

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