"Bleeeerrrrrp!"
"Fry! That's disgusting!"
"BLEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRP!!"
A huge blast of smoke and flames rushed out of Bender's mouth. He broke the top off another bottle of beer and started slugging it down. Leela groaned and got up from the table.
"What's up, Fry?" Bender asked. Fry was sitting at the kitchen table gobbling down food. So far, he'd finished two boxes of Crispy Nut cinnamon cereal, three bottles of milk and two plates of pancakes.
"Just..." said Fry, taking another mouthful of eggs and sausages, "...getting my stomach tuned..." he took another bite, "...for today..."
"Tuned? Stretched looks like it," said Amy, coming into the room, "I suppose you took some of Dr. Zoidberg's pills, right?"
"Yeah," said Fry.
"Come on, guys," said Leela, walking back into the dining-room, "We'll have to leave in a few minutes."
Fry guzzled down another large glass of milk and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. He let out another burp. Leela groaned.
"Good news, everyone! The feast will be starting in about half an hour! We'd better get going if we're going to reach Times Square on time!" said the professor, walking into the room, "Egads, Fry! I thought you were fasting?"
"He was," said Bender, getting up, "Now he's slowing. And he's beginning to notice all the food that he whizzed past in the process of fasting, so now he's reversing to cram it all in!"
"Shuddup, Bender!" said Fry. He struggled out of his kitchen chair and shuffled out the door. Leela turned off the TV and they headed out.
**********
"Well!" said the professor, "Here we are! Each part of the square is dedicated to a certain type of food! Over there is Asian, over there is European! Elzar has his own corner over there..."
Bender promptly headed off to Elzar's corner.
"...and the universal corner is where we are now," said Farnsworth, "Take your time. The feast lasts all day!"
Within five minutes, Fry, Leela and Amy were shuffling from stall to stall, trying out food. Cubert and Dwight shuffled along behind them, grabbing all the snacks that their hands could reach.
"Hey look," said Leela, "They have those miniature fruit-trees! You remember Fry?"
Fry nodded, "You brought one to my housewarming party."
"Yeah...Hey, seeds!" said Leela. She opened her purse to buy a bag of fruit-tree seeds.
"So what do you think, should we start a sort of miniature...FRY!"
Fry had left Leela when she'd turned to pay for the seeds. He had charged on ahead and was now reaching willy-nilly into the stalls, grabbing at all kinds of food. Hotdogs, rice, pies, cakes, cookies, barbequed sneezles and roast chicken.
"What's the matter, Leela?" said Dr. Zoidberg walking up to her. His claws were full of cans of anchovies.
"Where did you get those?" Leela asked, suspiciously.
"They invented a cloning machine! They're making millions of them!" said the doctor, "Now what's wrong?"
"Fry! He seems to have gone nuts!" Leela pointed. Down the street, at least three blocks away by now, Fry was still charging ahead. Grabbing at one thing, stuffing it in his mouth, reaching for another thing, swallowing what was in his mouth and cramming the new sample of food into his gaping hole to replace the sample which had previously been in residence there.
"I see the pills worked!" said the doctor, happily.
"But he's..."
"Relax, Leela, the pills wear off!...If he followed the instructions," said the doctor, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I see a custard eclaire with my name on it..."
"Uh-oh," said Leela, when she heard the doctor's last words. Knowing Fry, he wouldn't have read the instructions...
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