recontextualizing fry and leela as an annoying but earnest twitch streamer and his inexplicably hot and intimidating girlfriend
no actually. recontextualizing fry and leela as an esports champion turned twitched streamer and her boyfriend who is just kind of there on stream sometimes and has his own emote
fry: [gets home from work and accidentally wanders into frame]
the chat: FRY 🍟🍟🍟🍟 [pog] 🍟🍟🍟 he’s back 🍟[pog]🍟[pog]🍟 WHAT IS THAAAAAAAT 🍟🍟🍟🍟🍟🍟🍟🍟 mad lad 🍟 how was ur day fry 🍟🍟 FRY b3nd3r(mod): LEELA PUT A LOCK ON YOUR FUCKING DOOR 🍟🍟🍟 am i supposed to know who that is or [pog] [pog] 🍟 OH NO HE’S UGLY 🍟🍟🍟🍟 [b3nd3r has set the chat to subscribers-only]
op im deeply sorry but this post has been haunting me for weeks
realtalk: i can’t wait for AI to get better to the point where you can have a legit conversation with your computer or phone just for the heck of it
imagine how innocent they’d be, and like they don’t know what swearing is until you teach them then they go overboard with it like a child and hhHHHG
For those without timestamps the original post was made in 2014
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big fan of liars. big fan of characters whose entire existence is a facade. love it when everything’s stripped away from them and the lie is the only thing left of their identity. love it when the lines between an act and the truth are blurring. are they even them without the lie? the lie doesn’t become the truth per se, but it’s now such an intricate part of them it might as well be.
