Carl: Hey Fryman, you think I could get you to, ah, bring your laser eyes out here and, uh... blow a frickin' hole in my wall?
Frylock: What's wrong, Carl?
Carl: Well, for starters, she barricaded herself inside my house. And every time I knock, she screams at me in this, like, language. It's like some demon yelling at me, or something.
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