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Leelas ankles quivered. She panted heavily, her mind overflowing with confusion and rage. She gripped the conducting rod in her hand so tightly that it threatened to snap. She didnt know exactly what had happened, or what was happening, except that someone had attacked her by surprise and robbed her of something invaluable. She had killed the person responsible, impaling him through the heart, or so her clouded mind believed. Yet there remained questions she couldnt answer: Did I kill the right person? Did I kill him for the right reason? Why couldnt I stop myself from killing him? Why do I feel so different and weird? Why is that robot trying to grab me?
Resting in his jar, too stunned to speak, Professor Farnsworths head watched the confrontation betwee...
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