All language subtitles for 0207-2_English

[ Man Narrating ]
You're entering the vicinity

of an area adjacent
to a location.

The kind of place where
there might be a monster

or some kind of weird mirror.

These are just examples.

It could also
be something much better.

Prepare to enter...

As per your request, please find
enclosed the last man on earth.

Finally... solitude.

I can read books
for all eternity.

It's not fair.

It's not fair!

Wait. My eyes aren't that bad.

I can still read
the large-print books.

[ Screams ]

It's not f--

Well, lucky I know
how to read Braille.

[ Screams ]

Hey, look at that weird mirror.

[ Shuddering ]CURSED BY
HIS OWN HUBRIS.

THERE'S A POLITICAL DEBATE ON.
QUICK, CHANGE THE CHANNEL.

HEY, THAT'S WHAT FRY SAID
WHEN WE TURNED ONTHE DEBATE.

[ Announcer ]
C-SPAN9 presents
The Thrill of Politics.

[ Snoring ]

[ Sighs ]

WHA--
HUH?

LOOK, I KNOW THERE
ARE NO CAR CHASES,

BUT THIS IS IMPORTANT.

ONE OF THESE TWO MEN WILL
BECOME PRESIDENT OF THE WORLD.

WHAT DO WE CARE?
WE LIVE IN THE UNITED STATES.

THE UNITED STATES
IS PART OF THE WORLD.

WOW, I HAVEBEEN
GONE A LONG TIME.

It's time someone
had the courage

to stand up and say

I'm against those things
that everybody hates!

Now, I respect my opponent.

I think he's a good man.

But, quite frankly, I agree
with everything he just said!

THESE ARE THE CANDIDATES?
THEY SOUND LIKE CLONES.

WAIT A MINUTE.
THEY ARECLONES!

DON'T LET THEIR
IDENTICAL DNA FOOL YOU.

THEY DIFFER ON
SOME KEY ISSUES.

I say your three-cent
titanium tax goes too far.

And I say your
three-cent titanium tax

doesn't go
too far enough.

IF I WERE REGISTERED TO VOTE,
I'D SEND THESE CLOWNS A MESSAGE

BY STAYING HOME ON ELECTION DAY
AND DRESSING UP LIKE A CLOWN!

YOU'RE NOT REGISTERED?!

NOPE. NOT VACCINATED, EITHER.

BESIDES, IT'S NOT LIKE ONE VOTE
EVER MADE A DIFFERENCE.

THAT'S NOT TRUE.

THE FIRST ROBOT PRESIDENT
WON BY EXACTLY ONE VOTE.

AH, YES! JOHN QUINCY
ADDING MACHINE.

HE STRUCK A CHORD
WITH THE VOTERS

WHEN HE PLEDGED NOT TO
GO ON A KILLING SPREE.

BUT, LIKE MOST
POLITICIANS,

HE PROMISED MORE
THAN HE COULD DELIVER.

THE POINT IS, ONE VOTE CANMAKE A DIFFERENCE.

AND EVEN THOUGH IT WON'T

I'M STILL TAKING YOU
TO GET REGISTERED.

YES, THAT'S
A CAPITAL IDEA.

LET'S ALL
GO REGISTER.

PROFESSOR, WHEN DID YOU BECOME
SO OBSESSED WITH VOTING?

THE VERY INSTANT
I BECAME OLD.

MMM!

MMM!

THE PROBLEM
WITH BOTH PARTIES

IS THAT THEY ALWAYS
WANT TO GIVE YOUR TAX DOLLARS

TO THE LESS FORTUNATE.

THE LESS FORTUNATE
GET ALL THE BREAKS.

YOU KNOW, FRY, YOU COULD
JOIN A THIRD PARTY, MAYBE.

ONLY WEIRDOS AND MUTANTS
JOIN THIRD PARTIES.

REALLY? I BETTER KEEP AN EYE OUT
AT THE NEXT MEETING.

WHAT PARTY DO YOU
BELONG TO, BENDER?

EH, I'M NOT ALLOWED TO VOTE.

'CAUSE YOU'RE A ROBOT?

NO. CONVICTED FELON.

WE FAVOR UNREASONABLY
HUGE SUBSIDIES

TO THE BRAIN
SLUG PLANET.

OKAY, BUT WHAT ARE
THE BRAIN SLUGS
WHO CONTROL YOU

GOING TO DO
FOR THE WORKING MAN?

ATTACH BRAIN SLUGS TO THEM.

SURE, YOU SAY THAT NOW.

SO IS IT TRUE
YOU CAN MAKE

ALL KINDS OF SHIRTS
AND ROPES OUT OF HEMP?

DAVE'S NOT HERE, MAN.

I ALSO HEARD HEMP
MAKES GREAT SHAMPOO.

IT DOES? NO WAY!

I GOT TO CHECK OUT
THIS BROCHURE.

[ Gulping ]

SO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING
TO PROTECT

MY CONSTITUTIONAL RIGHT
TO BEAR DOOMSDAY DEVICES?

WELL, FIRST OFF,
WE'RE GOING TO GET RID

OF THAT THREE-DAY WAITING
PERIOD FOR MAD SCIENTISTS.

DAMN STRAIGHT!

TODAY, THE MAD SCIENTIST
CAN'T GET A DOOMSDAY DEVICE.

TOMORROW, IT'S
THE MAD GRAD STUDENT!

WHERE WILL IT END?

AMEN, BROTHER!

I DON'T GO ANYWHERE
WITHOUT MY MUTATED ANTHRAX--

FOR DUCK HUNTIN'.

SURE,
HUMANS ARE CUTE

BUT HOW ELSE ARE WE SUPPOSED
TO TEST COSMETICS?

I CONCUR.

NOW HERE'S A PARTY
I CAN GET EXCITED ABOUT.
SIGN ME UP.

SORRY, NOT WITH
THAT ATTITUDE.

OKAY, THEN SCREW IT.

WELCOME ABOARD,
BROTHER!

- ALL RIGHT!
- YOU'RE OUT.

[ Fry ]
THAT WAS PRETTY COOL.

I THINK I'M ACTUALLY STARTING
TO GET INTERESTED IN POLITICS.

- [ Beeping ]
- [ Theme Music Plays ]

[ Both Snoring ]

And so, with two weeks
left in the campaign,

the question on
everyone's mind

is who will be

the next President
of Earth--

Jack Johnson, or bitter
rival John Jackson?

Two terrific candidates,
huh, Morbo?

All humans are vermin
in the eyes of Morbo.

[ Laughing ]

In other local news

disaster struck on
Saturn's moon of
Titan today

when a titanium
mine collapsed

trapping 1,000
robot workers.

WHAT? LORD HAVE MERCY!

Unless something is done quickly

the trapped robots
will be dead within 300 years.

Sir, what rescue operations
are planned?

The plan is, basically,
to pave over the area

and get on with our lives.

[ Horrified Gasp ]

News of the mine's closing

sent titanium prices
skyrocketing.

ALL RIGHT! I'M RICH!

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

MY BODY'S 40% TITANIUM.

I'M FINALLY RICHER THAN
THOSE SNOOTY A.T.M. MACHINES.

TOO BAD YOU CAN'T SPEND IT.

- OH, CAN'T I?
- NO.

WATCH ME, POOR MAN.

[ Shopkeeper ]
PLEASURE DOIN' BUSINESS
WITH YOU.

[ Bender Laughing ]

GAME'S OVER, LOSERS!

I HAVE ALLTHE MONEY.

COMPARE YOUR LIVES TO MINE
AND THEN KILL YOURSELVES.

[ Sniffing ]

HEY, GET AWAY! SHOO!

I'LL GIVE YOU $5.00
TO NOT DO WHAT YOU'RE
THINKING ABOUT DOING.

[ Bender Chuckles ]
YOU JUST LOST $5.00.

HEY, BUDDY! LITTLE HELP?

[ Grunting ]

THANK YOU!

[ All Gasping ]

HELLO, PEASANTS.

BENDER!
WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?

YOU LOOK DIFFERENT.
DID YOU GET A HAIRCUT?

NO! I SOLD MY BODY.

[ Spitting ]

SOLD YOUR BODY?!

OH, BENDER,
I'VE BEEN DOWN THAT ROAD.

I KNOW IT'S GLAMOROUS
AND THE PARTIES ARE GREAT,

BUT YOU'LL END UP SPENDING
EVERY DOLLAR YOU MAKE

ON JEWELRY
AND SKINTIGHT PANTS.

THIS IS CRAZY, BENDER.

HOW ARE YOU GOING TO LIVE
WITHOUT A BODY?

[ Raspberry ]

BODIES ARE FOR HOOKERS
AND FAT PEOPLE.

ALL I NEED IS A WAD
OF CASH WITH A HEAD
WRAPPED AROUND IT.

WELL, AT LEAST NOW
YOU CAN PAY OFF YOUR LOAN SHARK.

YEAH, RIGHT,
WHAT'S HE GOING TO DO,
BREAK MY LEGS?

[ Laughing ]

AH, THIS IS THE LIFE!

ANOTHER MARTINI, PLEASE!

SHAKEN, NOT STIRRED.

[ Bouncing ]
OH, YEAH!

PUT IT ALL ON BLACK.

WHOA, WHOA, WHOA,
WHOA, WHOA!

[ Grunting ]

21 RED.

[ Grunts ]

I BEG YOUR PARDON--
33 BLACK.

YES!

THE RICH GET RICHER.

[ Grunting ]

STRIKE!
IN YOUR FACE, LEELA!

[ Laughing ]

OW!

[ Screeching ]

[ Screaming ] [ Screaming ]

[ Muttering ]

[ Grunting ]

TIMBER!

HEY, BENDER, CAN I TAKE
A RIDE IN YOUR CAR?

MAYBE IF YOU CLEAN UP FIRST.

IT LOOKS LIKE YOUR NECK
STEPPED IN SOMETHING.

OH, I'M SORRY.

THAT'S JUST YOUR BODY.

[ Laughing ]

HEY, YOU LOOK ME
IN THE SHINS AND SAY THAT.

HEY, I'VE HAD IT
UP TO HERE WITH THIS PLACE.

I'M OFF
TO THE HEAD MUSEUM

TO HANG OUT
WITH CLASSY HEADS LIKE ME

WHO APPRECIATE
THE FINER THINGS:

POETRY, PHILOSOPHY, HATS.

SO LONG,
COFFIN-STUFFERS!

[ Engine Revving ]

[ Tires Squealing ]

[ Head Muttering ]

COULD ONE OF YOU COFFIN-STUFFERS
PLEASE CARRY ME?

NOW, WHICH GROUP OF HEADS

IS GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME
TO HANG OUT WITH?

WHAT DO YOU THINK, FRY?

FRY?

MMM.

HI.

I'M CLAUDIA
SCHIFFER'S HEAD.

I RECOGNIZE YOU.

DIDN'T YOU USE TO HAVE
A BODY OF SOME SORT?

YEAH, BUT IT WAS
HOLDING ME BACK.

YOU KNOW, I JUST
DID THE COVER

OF THE SPORTS
ILLUSTRATED
SWIM CAP ISSUE.

[ Purring ]

WELL,
YOU'RE LOOKING GREAT.

THANKS. I WOULDN'T
MIND LOSING A
FEW POUNDS, THOUGH.

COULDN'T HURT.

AH, U.S. PRESIDENTS!

STURDY SHELVES,
GOOD SECURITY...

THIS PLACE HAS CLASS.

[ Clinton ]
HEY, SUGAR COOKIE!

YOU KNOW, LEGALLY

NOTHING I CAN DO
COUNTS AS SEX ANYMORE.

I APOLOGIZE
FOR HIS RUDENESS, MA'AM.

HE GETS THIS WAY
AROUND MEATY-LOOKING WOMEN.

HEY, I REMEMBER YOU.

I WAS GOING TO VOTE
FOR YOU ONE TIME.

BUT VOTING ISN'T COOL

SO I STAYED HOME ALONE
AND GOT TRASHED ON LISTERINE.

FRANKLY, I'VE NEVER
FELT VOTING

TO BE ALL THAT ESSENTIAL
TO THE PROCESS.

NO KIDDING, FORD.

SO THEN
THE HOOKER-BOT SAYS

"THAT'S NOT
MY EXPANSION SLOT."

AND MY FRIEND SAYS

"THAT'S NOT MY GOLD-PLATED
25-PIN CONNECTOR."

[ Laughing ]

[ Laughing ]

OH, BENDER.

THOU ROBOTS REALLY
CRACKETH ME UP.

YOU KNOW,
I LIKE IT HERE.

WHAT'S THE RENT
ON ONE OF THESE JARS?

SORRY, BENDER,
BUT WE CAN'T ALLOW

EVERY TOM, DICK
AND HARRY TO MOVE IN.

NO OFFENSE JEFFERSON,
NIXON AND TRUMAN.

MAYBE MR. BENDER CAN GET A SPOT

IN THE CLOSET
OF PRESIDENTIAL LOSERS.

BOB DOLE NEEDS COMPANY.

LAROUCHE WON'T STOP
WITH THE KNOCK-KNOCK JOKES.

PASS.

SO TELLETH, BENDER--

WHAT HATH HAPPENED
TO YOUR BODY?

I HOCKED IT.

HOCKED IT?
WHY WOULDST
THOU DO THAT?

SAME REASON
YOU HOCKED YOUR TEETH.

AH, BOOZE MONEY.

I REMEMBER
MY BODY.

FLABBY, PASTY-SKINNED,
RIDDLED WITH PHLEBITIS.

A GOOD REPUBLICAN BODY.

GOD, I LOVED IT.

I HEAR THAT.

I SPENT MOST
OF MY TEEN YEARS
LOVING MY BODY.

COURSE, IT
WAS TOUGH LOVE--

[ Grunting ]

FRY, HE OPENED UP
RELATIONS WITH CHINA.

HE DOESN'T WANT TO HEAR
ABOUT YOUR DING-DONG.

SO, NIXON,
EVEN IF YOU MISS YOUR BODY

BEING A HEAD'S GREAT,
TOO, RIGHT?

NO, SON.

IT'S A SAD
AND LONELY LIFE.

OH, GREAT.
NOW YOU TELL ME.

THAT'S MY STYLE.

I LIKE TO KICK 'EM
WHEN THEY'RE DOWN.

[ Muttering ]

[ Groaning ] ONE, ZERO, UH--

ONE, ONE, ZERO, ZERO, ONE--

[ Screaming ]

BENDER, WHAT IS IT?

WHOA, WHAT
AN AWFUL DREAM.

ONES AND ZEROS
EVERYWHERE.

[ Shuddering ]

AND I THOUGHT
I SAW A TWO.

IT WAS JUST A DREAM,
BENDER.

THERE'S NO SUCH THING
AS TWO.

I KNOW WHAT THIS IS ABOUT.

MY BODY LOVED ME
AND I TURNED ITS BACK ON IT.

WELL, OLD FRIEND, TIE
A YELLOW RIBBON 'ROUND YOUR NECK

'CAUSE I'M A-COMIN' HOME.

YOU SOLD MY BODY?!
TO WHO?!

I CAN'T REVEAL
THAT INFORMATION

BUT YOU LOOK LIKE
A NICE ROBOT.

TELL YOU WHAT--
I'LL GIVE YOU 50
BUCKS FOR THE KID.

HEY, MY CLOTHES
ARE WORTH 50 BUCKS.

DEAL.

[ Moaning ]

HOW COULD I LET THIS HAPPEN?

I CAN'T GO THROUGH
THE REST OF MY LIFE LIKE THIS.

DON'T YOU HAVE
A SELF-DESTRUCT BUTTON?

YEAH...
BUT IT'S ON MY BODY.

WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?

[ Sobbing ]

UH, I CAN'T STAND
TO SEE A ROBOT CRY.

LET'S WATCH TV.

And so, ladies and gentlemen

I'm throwing my head
into the ring.

I'm announcing my candidacy
for the Presidency of Earth.

[ Reporters Shouting ]

SCOOP CHANG,
BEIJING BUGLE.

SIR, THE CONSTITUTION
CLEARLY STATES

THAT NOBODY CAN BE ELECTED
PRESIDENT MORE THAN TWICE.

THAT'S RIGHT... NO BODY.

BUT AS YOU CAN PLAINLY SEE,
I'VE GOT A SHINY NEW BODY.

[ Humming Melody ]

[ Gasping ]

BENDER, HE'S GOT
YOUR BODY!

THAT DIRTY,
DOUBLE-CROSSING BASTARD!

HOW DARE HE RUN OFF
WITH RICHARD NIXON.

NIXON MUST HAVE BOUGHT YOUR BODY
FROM THE PAWNSHOP.

YEAH, AND THAT
ELECTRIC GUITAR.

♪ Remember
what the dormouse said ♪

♪ Feed your head... ♪

I'm meeting you halfway,
you stupid hippies.

[ Cheering ]

I am not a crook's head.

YEAH, YOU ARE.
YOU STOLE MY BODY!

FRY, LEELA,
YOU GOT TO HELP ME.

ORDINARILY, I'D SAY
NO AND LECTURE YOU

ON HOW THIS IS YOUR
OWN FAULT FOR BEING
SUCH AN IDIOT.

BUT WHEN A ROBOTIC
NIXON IS ON THE LOOSE,

WE HAVE A DUTY
TO TAKE ACTION.

IDIOT.

[ Audience Murmuring ]

MORBO WILL NOW INTRODUCE
TONIGHT'S CANDIDATES.

PUNY HUMAN NUMBER ONE,

PUNY HUMAN NUMBER TWO,

AND MORBO'S
GOOD FRIEND,
RICHARD NIXON.

HELLO, MORBO.
HOW'S THE FAMILY?

BELLIGERENT AND NUMEROUS.

GOOD MAN.

NIXON'S PRO-WAR
AND PRO-FAMILY.

[ Applause ]

GREAT. FIRST HE STEALS MY BODY,
NOW HE'S TOUCHING MY STUFF.

COME ON. WE'VE GOT
TO FIND SOME WAY
TO TALK TO HIM.

MORBO DEMANDS AN ANSWER
TO THE FOLLOWING QUESTION:

"IF YOU SAW DELICIOUS CANDY
IN THE HANDS OF A SMALL CHILD

WOULD YOU SEIZE AND CONSUME IT?"

UNTHINKABLE!

I WOULDN'T THINK OF IT!

WHAT ABOUT YOU,
MR. NIXON?

I REMIND YOU, YOU ARE
UNDER A TRUTH-O-SCOPE.

UH, WELL, UH...

THE QUESTION IS-IS VAGUE.

YOU DON'T SAY
WHAT KIND OF CANDY,

UH, WHETHER ANYONE
IS WATCHING...

[ Mumbles, Clears Throat ]

AT ANY RATE, I CERTAINLY
WOULDN'T HARM THE CHILD.

[ Beeping ]

YOU SCORED BIG POINTS
TONIGHT, SIR.

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
THEY ATE ME ALIVE OUT THERE.

YES, BUT YOUR BODY
STAYED ON MESSAGE

AND THAT MESSAGE IS,
"LOOK AT MY SHINY NEW BODY."

THE ROBOTS ATE IT UP.

YOU'VE GOT REAL CHARISMA
FROM THE NECK DOWN.

NIXON WITH CHARISMA.

MY GOD!

I CAN RULE THE UNIVERSE!

[ All Gasping ]

GIVE ME MY BODY BACK,
YOU TWO-BIT THIEF!

NOW, LOOK HERE,
YOU DRUGGED-OUT COMMUNIST,

I PAID FOR THIS BODY
AND I'D NO SOONER RETURN IT

THAN I WOULD MY LITTLE COCKER
SPANIEL DOG, CHECKERS.

- [ Yelps ]
- SHUT UP, DAMN IT!

PLEASE, MR. NIXON

WE'RE APPEALING TO
YOUR SENSE OF DECENCY.

[ Laughing ]

VERY GOOD!

SERIOUSLY, THOUGH, I'M NEVER
GIVING BACK THIS BODY.

NOW, BEAT IT, BEFORE I GET
CAMBODIAN ON YOUR ASSES!

[ Bender Crying ]
IT'S HOPELESS.

WE MIGHT AS WELL TURN IN MY HEAD
FOR THE FIVE-CENT DEPOSIT.

NO WAY.

I'M NOT LETTING MY BEST FRIEND
GET RECYCLED--

NOT FOR FIVE CENTS,
NOT FOR 500 CENTS.

LEELA, I'VE GOT A PLAN.

I'VEGOT A
BETTER PLAN.

[ Whispering ]
WHY WOULD NIXON STAY
AT THE WATERGATE?

THEY GIVE YOU A DISCOUNT
IF YOU'VE BEEN HERE BEFORE.

[ Grunting ]

[ Fry ]
KEEP GOING.
WE'RE RIGHT BEHIND YOU.

WHOA, MAMA. GET
A ROOM, YOU TWO.

[ Man ]
WE'RE IN A ROOM!

WELL, THEN,
LOSE SOME WEIGHT.

[ Grunting ]

[ Man Snoring ]

[ Exhaling Loudly ]

[ Snoring ]

OH, YEAH, YOU WOMEN'S LIBBERS
REALLY KNOW HOW TO PARTY.

PSST, THERE I AM.

[ Squeaking ]

[ Snoring Continuing ]

HEY, BETTY FRIEDAN,

SEND A LITTLE OF
THAT LOTION MY WAY.

OKAY, ALMOST GOT IT.

STEADY...

STEADY...

DON'T PANIC.

OOH.

UH-OH.

[ Groaning And Yelling ]

HUH? WHAT THE--

YOU SHAGGY PEACENIKS
HAVE SOME NERVE.

I'M JUST HERE
FOR WHAT'S MINE.

DON'T MAKE ME KICK YOUR NECK.

BRING IT ON, SOUP CAN.

- [ Growling ]
- [ Gasping ]

[ Both Snarling ]

[ Growling, Snarling
Continuing ]

ALL RIGHT,
BREAK IT UP, YOU TWO.

THAT'S IT!

YOU'RE ALL GOING TO JAIL

AND DON'T EXPECT ME
TO GRANT A PARDON

LIKE THAT SISSY FORD.

YOU'LL NEVER
PARDON ANYBODY

BECAUSE YOU'LL NEVER
GET ELECTED PRESIDENT.

THE VOTERS OF EARTH AREN'T
THE PEA-BRAINED IDIOTS THEY WERE
BACK IN YOUR TIME.

OH, NO?
WELL, LISTEN HERE, MISSY.

COMPUTERS MAY BE TWICE AS FAST
AS THEY WERE IN 1973

BUT YOUR AVERAGE VOTER IS
AS DRUNK AND STUPID AS EVER.

THE ONLY ONE
WHO'S CHANGED IS ME.

I'VE BECOME BITTER
AND, LET'S FACE IT--

CRAZY OVER THE YEARS.

AND ONCE I'M
SWEPT INTO OFFICE,

I'LL SELL OUR CHILDREN'S ORGANS
TO ZOOS FOR MEAT

AND I'LL GO INTO PEOPLE'S HOUSES
AT NIGHT AND WRECK UP THE PLACE.

[ Laughing Villainously ]

WELL, HE LOST MY VOTE.

LIKE ONE VOTE
EVER MADE A DIFFERENCE.

NOW, IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME,

I'M GOING TO INCH MYSELF
OVER TO THE PHONE

AND CALL THE POLICE.

[ Grunting ]

NOT SO FAST, NIXON!

ARE YOU FAMILIAR
WITH... AUDIO TAPE?

[ Tape Rewinding ]

UH-OH, I DON'T LIKE
WHERE THIS IS HEADING.

And I'll go
into people's houses at night

and wreck up the place.

[ Laughing Villainously ]

MY GOD,
I REALLY SOUND LIKE THAT?

I THOUGHT MY VOICE HAD
MORE OF A CLARK GABLE QUALITY.

[ Mechanical Whining ]

THE JIG'S UP, NIXON.

WE'LL TRADE YOU THE TAPE
FOR THE BODY.

OH, EXPLETIVE DELETED.

YOU'VE GOT A DEAL.

HEY, I'VE GOT
ONE LAST THOUGHT.

[ Groaning ]

AH, IT'S GOOD TO BE BACK
IN ONE PIECE AGAIN...

EXCEPT I CAN'T GET THESE
DAMN BUMPER STICKERS OFF.

The sheer drama
of this election

has driven voter turnout

to its highest level in
centuries-- six percent.

Exit polls show evil underdog
Richard Nixon trailing

with an estimated
zero votes.

YES! THE SYSTEM WORKS.

The time is 7:59

and the robot polls
are now opening...

and the robot vote is in.

Nixon has won!

GET OUT OF TOWN!OH, NO!OOH...

WHY WOULD ROBOTS VOTE
FOR NIXON

NOW THAT HE'S JUST A HEAD
IN A JAR?

I GIVE YOU THE NEXT PRESIDENT
OF EARTH!

[ Crashing Thunderously ]

[ Grunts ]

NIXON'S BACK!

[ Cheering ]

I CAN'T BELIEVE IT.
HE WON BY A SINGLE VOTE.

WELL, IT AIN'T MY FAULT.

I'M A NON-VOTING FELON,
THANK YOU.

WELL, IT'S NOT MY FAULT, EITHER,
'CAUSE I FORGOT TO VOTE.

OH, CRUD, I KNEWTHERE WAS
SOMETHING I MEANT TO DO TODAY.

Morbo congratulates
our gargantuan cyborg president.

May death come quickly
to his enemies.

[ Laughing ]

[ Pedestrians Screaming ]

[ Growling ]

[ Sputtering ]

WHO'S KICKING WHO AROUND NOW?

[ Growling ]

[ Howling ]

KNOCK, KNOCK.

[ Growling And Sputtering ]