Futurama

Professor's lab notes, final entry.

Time has been frozen for an unknown length of time.

With no time to lose,

I began tunneling through time in search of Fry and Leela,

only to find them suffering

from a case of extreme old.

Horrified, I offered to reset the universe

to the instant before time stopped.

They could be young once more.

Still grotesquely ugly, but young.

What do you say? Wanna go around again?

I do.

D-Did someone switch the universe off and on?

It feels like we got rebooted!

Ugh! Why is my beer stale?

Yay! I'm sharing backwash with friends!

Well, whatever happened

the important thing is it will never, ever happen...

again.

Robot?

Nah, I'm just yankin' your ass.

We're back, baby!

Good news, everyone!

My new wrinkle cream has arrived!

Also, we seem to have survived a massive disruption

in the flow of time.

Did we get older? Younger?

Science holds no answers.

Does science know what year it is?

Science knows everything!

Let's check the atomic calendar.

Hermes,

move that espresso maker out of the way of the atomic calendar!

Good lord!

It's the year 3023!

Finally. I thought he'd never stop yammering.

Oh, I've only just begun yammering!

I shall now expound

on the science of explosive botulism .

Have I really spent 23 years in the future?

We call it the present, but spluttever.

Twenty-three years, and I've achieved nothing.

- Nothing! - It's really sad, if you think about it.

Yeah. Laugh all you want,

but I've wasted enough of my life.

It's time I set myself a goal.

- Stop it! - Ow!

But he said laugh all you want!

I don't care.

If Fry wants to set a goal for himself,

we should support him, not point and laugh.

Oh, right. I forgot to point.

Ow! Ow.

Life's goal, life's goal...

Have you considered donating your legs to the legless?

Or destroying documents for the shredder-less?

Let's leave this up to Fry.

He just needs a little peace and quiet.

Not on my watch!

That's it! I've got my goal!

And so quickly! What is it?

J, Philip I. Fry.

I-I mean, I, Philip J. Fry,

hereby pledge to watch

every TV show ever made!

I don't know, meatbag.

There's a mighty deep diaper of content out there.

I eat diapers for breakfast.

It'll take a lot of sitting,

but with the world's fourth-most popular streaming service,

I can do it.

I'm subscribing to...

Fulu!

Leela, aren't you gonna stop this?

I should, but I don't wanna crush his dreams.

Hermes, can you crush his dreams?

Oh, no. You're not fobbing that girlfriend duty off on me.

A lifetime of laziness gives me a huge head start.

Watched it. Watched it.

Hate-watched it. Hate-watched it twice.

Kif has a single friend. His name is Zapp.

Stop. I said I would support Fry's dumb goal,

and I will.

I say go for it.

Thanks, Leela. Ooh!

The Scary Mirror! That sounds scary.

You're entering a show

that is slightly different

from previous, very similar shows.

What was once a creepy story about a book

is now about an E-reader that's too greasy to hold.

And that one with the phone call from the devil?

Now, it's a FaceTime call from the devil.

The devil part didn't change.

Prepare to see your unflattering reflection in...

The Scary Mirror.

Hey, Sniri! Get off your fat squiggle

and make me a dinner reservation at Impassable Burger!

And check the price of my NFTs 'cause I'm an important tech guy!

Reservation confirmed. NFTs worthless.

What?! You shoulda told me to sell them!

Any idiot could do your job!

What the hell, Sniri?

From now on, I'll be asking the stupid questions.

Such as, "What's the weather right outside my damn window?"

And, um, "How does a steering wheel work?"

Wow. Whatever just happened really makes you think.

It sure do.

TV, dumb it down for me.

Bam!

Aw...

What is the deal with

non-binary robots?

Wow. PC Crowd.

Without Fry's interruptions,

efficiency is up 32 perc-- Mm...

Well, my butt's numb, and my remote hand is dead,

but all I have left is the final season of All My Circuits.

Which final season?

They got canceled, like, three or four times.

Pfft! Loserama!

The final final season, from 10 years ago.

I wonder how many episodes were in it?

Mm, twelve-- No. Thirteen...

thousand and twenty.

13,020? But-- But--

I'll never make it! I'm sorry, Leela.

I'll never be able to watch enough TV

to make you proud of me.

It might actually be possible.

- But-- No. - What? What is it?

It's risky, but we have a technology now

that allows you to watch all the episodes

in one continuous stretch.

We call it... bingeing .

No, no! (gasps) What?

Sounds great! I'll do it!

You don't understand, Fry!

Bingeing doesn't mean what it did in your day!

Drinking two six-packs

and barfing in my mom's jewelry box?

Ew! No!

It means strapping into these bingeing goggles

that drill directly into your brain.

Fry, don't be the idiot you are.

Before you go jabbing into your visual cortex,

I implore you to--

Ow! My cortex!

I maintain that this is

a catastrophically boneheaded idea.

But, if you're going to binge, you'll need a still suit.

Why is it called a still suit?

Because you'll be sitting perfectly still.

And I can't have you soiling my binge-a-lounger.

Engage hoses!

I'm not entirely sure which is the air hose

and which is the waste hose.

But, live and learn.

Farewell, Leela. And always remember...

All My Circuits is brought to you by...

Honey Bunches of Springs.

Everybody loves Honey Bunches of Springs!

Except humans. Fatal for humans.

Calculon! But you weren't due back

from the time travel convention until--

Yesterday?!

He's been streaming for months

without a single break.

No wonder you find him so attractive.

The waste buckets indicate strong bowel function.

Now, let's see how his brain is holding up

to this sensory assault.

Oh, dear.

Is that the TV signal or Fry's brainwaves?

Both!

Fry's feeble mind has been

overpowered by the binge.

He's losing touch with reality!

It's true!

He's not responding to any

of the sounds or smells I'm making.

As long as Fry doesn't run out of episodes, he'll be okay.

But if he reaches the end of the series, God forbid,

his consciousness will be severed!

Much as this hedge clipper

severs Leela's ponytail.

- Hey! - Oh, boo-hoo!

It's a metaphor. Don't take it literally.

But, Fry will become a vegetable!

Yum! I mean sad.

This is all my fault.

Actually, it's mostly Fry's fault,

but it's a little my fault!

We have to find some way

to extricate Fry from Fulu's iron grip.

I'll put on my thinking cap.

There's not much time.

He's almost out of episodes of All My Circuits.

Maybe they'll drop a new season.

Eh, fat chance, sweatpants.