- Lrrr invades earth.
- Check Out the Invasion Site
- Learn About the Invasion
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Citizens of Earth! I am Lrrr, ruler of the Planet Omicron Persei 8. And I am here to announce your invasion by me!
As President of this great planet, I have just two words for you: "Arrooo!" and "Why?"
the Earthican Fry took the artifact I was using to steal satellite TV. Now the only channel I get is C-Span9. Nothing but round-the-clock ugly state legislators!
And not even the interesting states!
Lrrr just set up a military base in Ventral Park. And he's still mad about the artifact I took.
What shall we do -- sacrifice you as an apology?
Why is sacrificing me always your first idea?
Because the big stone altar I bought 20 years ago is still just gathering dust.
- Omicronian Birds wreak havoc.
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I have released the Omicronian Birds. Soon they shall wreak havoc upon New New York.
I told you not to bring those birds. They squawk all night and leave droppings everywhere.
If you have better havoc-wreaking ideas, you should have attended the planning meeting.
Perhaps I would, if you held them somewhere other than the Golden Corral!
Look, Fry, Lrrr's put a bounty on your head. Do the right thing and turn yourself in, or I'll have to do something sneaky.
You're going to have Headless Agnew hand me over? You wouldn't!
You're right. It would hurt the planet to involve the Vice-President in such dirty tricks.
To preserve deniability, I'll make the dancing skeleton of G. Gordon Liddy do it.
- The assimilation begins.
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Commence cultural assimilation of planet Earth! We shall start by replacing your Earth buildings with traditional Omicronian architecture!
You can't just come in here and build whatever you want, all willy-nilly!
Maybe not willy. But nilly? Definitely! Perhaps you do not understand the concept of being conquered!
And maybe YOU don't understand the concept of angry old man!
The Omicronians have planted their ugly bioluminescent weed everywhere. can you do anything about the mess, Scruffy?
I'm a janitor. I don't work outside. You want weedin', best call my sister Duffy, the gardener.
Why, Scruffy, I didn't know you had a sister! What other personal details have you been hiding from us?
None. I'm a janitor, I got a sister, I like porn, end of story. Mm-hmmm.
- New New York is terrorized.
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This invasion is getting out of hand. Omicronians are walking the streets intimidating everyone.
They have not once intimidated me.
They gave you a swirly in the restroom!
Pfft! I had that swirly scheduled for months. The Omicronians just happen to be the ones to administer it.
I have a theory. Perhaps we can use their bioluminescent weed to disorient the Omicronians and drive them off the planet--
You had me at "I have a theory". How can I help?
By collecting a huge amount of the weed and forming it into long cylindrical bales. Perhaps you could wrap them in some type of slow-burning paper for easy transport.
You know, in certain respects, this Omicronian weed is a lot like marijuana!
- Bender goes into construction
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You there! Why are you not making yourself useful by building Omicronian structures?
Because with one exception, I avoid all forms of being useful. so unless you need someone to bend girders for your precious Omicronian buildings, buzz off!
Actually, that's exactly what we need for our precious Omicronian buildings.
Me and my stupid firmware.
What's wrong, Bender?
It's that dumb Lrrr. He's been making me build stuff left and right.
What?! You've been treasonously assisting our enemies?
Hey, I guess I have! Thanks, Amy. I feel a lot better.
- Fry goes on the run.
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Hey, Fry, why are you in your underwear?
Shhh! Not so loud! I'm hiding from Lrrr until he forgets about me.
How does being half-naked help?
Women always tell me I'm a lot less memorable with my clothes off.
I can't live in my underwear for the rest of my life. We have to fight back! We need to make the Omicronians leave Earth!
Because this is our planet! We can't just surrender!
No, I mean, why can't you live in your underwear for the rest of your life?
Because Grandma made me promise right before she died.
- The crew fights back.
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Your plan is working, Professor! Under the influence of their native weed, the Omicronians are being tricked into leaving!
Indeed. Strange, isn't it, how such a might race can fall prey to such a tiny weakness...
Well, let's go vape, pop some opioids, and check our social media feeds for a few hours.
The Professor's plan is working! That means I don't have to worry about anybody turning me over to Lrrr!
You're such a wuss. Nobody was going to turn you in. Why would they bother?
I was afraid somebody might do it for the money.
The what now?