Trrrbl in Paradise is one of the goals in Futurama: Worlds of Tomorrow.
- Lrrr faces the crew.
- 50 75
My troops aren't getting the job done. I'll show the citizens of Earth what a real ruler looks like.
Yes, they will surely cower in fear at your terrifying belly fat.
Don't blame me, blame the soda companies who exploit my instinctive urge for cheap high-fructose corn syrup!
I DO blade the soda companies, and I told you to attack them! But somehow you just never found time for that, now did you?
So, your pathetic crew dares to challenge me? Do they realize what planet numbered 8 I am Lrrr, ruler of?
You don't scare me, you floppy mass of reptilian belly fat!
Don't blame me, blame geniuses who brought us cheap high-fructose corn syrup!
I'm one of them!
- Lrrr releases the Omicronian hounds.
- Have Amy Watch Negative News Broadcasts (4h 0m 0s)
- Lrrr has released the Omicronian Hounds!
- Place the Sandcastle
- 50 75
Release the Omicronian Hounds! The Earthicans will know their wrath!
"Wrath"? Your hounds are lazy and incompetent. Apparently you taught them everything you know.
You know, you're pretty large and hairless for a shrew.
Everything is going according to plan.
So you planned to be defeated by puny Earthicans?
I was referring to my scheduled dentist appointment. Must everything be about the invasion with you?
- Professor finds a stash.
- 50 75
Good news, everyone!
Do I have to?
If you mean "harvest the weed I've detected on one of Omicron's baby-raising planets so we can get rid of these damn invaders," then yes!
Oh! Sure, I can do that. I was afraid you wanted me to put on my pants.
You're spending too much time on this invasion!
This invasion would be over by now if I'd had any help from you!
Why should I help you? You never offer to help me with MY invasion!
You invade places?
I conquered the Vigulon Galaxy last week! I told you about it at dinner last night, remember?
All I remember was the burnt pot roast.
That wasn't pot roast, those were Vigulons!
- Lrrr harms the sewers.
- 50 75
Watch in helpless terror, President Nixon, as I pour harmful chemicals into your nation's sewers!
You call those harmful? Try hexavalent chromium! That stuff'll kill rocks, and I've been dumping it for years -- just for fun!
Notice how I specifically excluded sewers from the Clean Water Act of 1972? Arrooo!
I just don't get why Earth is fighting to keep you president instead of me.
It looks like the Omicronians are pouring chemicals into Lake Mutagenic.
We don't know anything about those alien chemicals! They might cause horrifying birth defects!
Sure they might -- but what if they don't, Dwayne? WHAT IF THEY DON'T? We have to stop them!
- The Mutants ask for help.
- 50 75
What are you mutants doing on the surface? Is the Sanitation Department selling off its spare filth?
No, our beautiful sewers are under attack by the Omicronians!
The sewer army stands with you against the invaders!
No offense, but could the sewer army stand a few yards downwind of me?
Those dumb Omicronians. All the chemicals they poured down the sewers make Lake Mutagenic unsafe to swim in.
It's a mutagenic lake! How could they make it unsafe?
Now the lake water gives me pimples.
Pimples are the least of your problems.
- Mutant Dwayne vows to save the sewers.
- 50 75
Don't worry, Vyolet. I'll save the sewers using my colossal brain.
The only thing I've eevr seen you do with that brain is write haikus.
Look, you silly fool. Do you want my help or not? Now prepare to fight!
Whoa! If you can ad-lib haikus like that, maybe you CAN save the sewers!
Lrrr, I'm leaving you! You can invade Earth on your own!
Look, Ndnd, I'm sorry I forgot you were invading that... what was it, a nebula or something?
It's not just that!
I told you, massaging your feet makes me uncomfortable!
- Lrrr makes a discovery.
- 50 75
The jig is up. My guards have informed me that you've been making trips to our Omicronian nursery planet.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
If you plan to eat our young again, I promise you there will be swift and overwhelming retaliatory eating.
The only reason I haven't eaten you already is because liver spots give me indigestion.
I've finally found you, Fry. Now you shall pay for taking my artifact!
I don't care what you do to me anymore. Just please, please end your invasion of Earth!
Very well. In retribution for the theft of my artifact, I shall take your Human Horn.
Well, you called my bluff. Good luck with the invasion. Fry out.