[Out Of Milliways - Planet Express employee lounge]

[spaceboy3000]

It's been a few weeks since Fry first stumbled into the bar at the end of the universe, and ever since his first visit he's been trying to convince Leela of its existence. Unfortunately his method of persuasion consists of following her around like a particularly yappy redheaded puppy, which has been less than successful.

"This is so unfair. You never believe me when I find cool stuff."

He flops into his usual seat on the sofa and sulks.

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[eyeeyecaptain]

"Fry," Leela finally turns to regard him with a narrowed eye, hands at her hips. "There is no 'End of the Universe.' We've been all over it and I haven't seen too many cataclysmic events, have you?

"Besides, we live in New New York. What could be so great about a bar somewhere else? We see almost everything here."

Once again she goes back to her check-list, hoping she's defeated his eagerness.

[spaceboy3000]

No such luck, Leela. Fry may be simple-minded, but when his brain does find an idea to attach itself to, there's no avoiding it.

"If you'd just listen to me for once, I'd show you!"

[eyeeyecaptain]

She lets out a grunt of annoyance, finally giving in.

"Fine, how are you going to show me? I'm driving, if that's what you're thinking," she narrows her eye further, crossing her arms over her chest and tapping her foot.

Like with most things where Fry was involved, this was probably going to end up being a huge waste of her time.

[spaceboy3000]

To use a piece of 21st century internet vernacular - WHOOT.

"Come to the bathroom with me!"


.... Er.

[eyeeyecaptain]

Leela's hands slip back to her hips again. If she had an eyebrow, she would be cocking it right now.

"Fry," she warns, "If you're just trying to get me to come watch you attempt to make the world's largest spitwad again..."

[spaceboy3000]

"That was last week."

He grabs her hand and pulls her toward the restroom, opening the door with a flourish to reveal-!

... A small room containing the usual toilet accoutrements.

"DAMN."

[eyeeyecaptain]

"All right, are you happy now? Can I go back to work?" Leela asks with arms crossed, annoyed at being yanked into another one of Fry's crazy fantasies - literally.

[spaceboy3000]

"I know this looks bad, but I swear there was a bar on the other side of that door."

He's giving her a pleading look. In all likelihood it won't do any good whatsoever, but it can't hurt.

[eyeeyecaptain]

"Fry, you haven't been getting into the bathroom cleaner again, have you?"

She walks to the cabinet, pulling out the bleach and checking the level in the bottle.

"You know you're not allowed to use this without adult supervision."

[spaceboy3000]

His shoulders sag dejectedly.

"I know."

[eyeeyecaptain]

The slit of her eye relaxes a bit with sympathy. Most of the time Fry is an annoyance and a waste of time, but she still thinks of him as something along the lines of a puppy-dog. A smelly, unhygienic, puppy-dog with mental issues. And fleas.

She sighs softly. "Come on, Fry. Maybe the bar will be here tomorrow." It's more credit than she wants to give him, but she feels bad enough to humor him for the moment.

She opens the bathroom door again, and stops in her tracks.

[spaceboy3000]

Following close behind her, he nearly walks right into her as she stops. He breaks into a large grin as he peeks over her shoulder.

"See? I told you!"