#alien pimp

[meillyns]

Late Halloween post 🎃👾 this is how I cope from what happened in last round ;v;

[hotniatheron]

tony soprano after seeing the avengers: i'd rather be chopped fuckin cheese on a whore's ass than see this shit again

[gumdropgamespot]

Bro. Every time I try to be mean to my sims I fail. Miserably.

[kingofkingsschizo]

[ennobaka]

I think I spent the majority of this year sleeping

[silviucostinescu]

(ALIEN PIMP Productions)

[stele3]

Cloud Strife is truly The Character of all time. He’s a government-trained killing machine. He’s a cross-dressing babygirl. He’s a jaded mercenary who never turns down a job because he likes helping people. He’s an amnesic ecoterrorist who’s killed hundreds of people in order to save the planet from capitalism. He was the only child of a single mom and he’s been miserably in love with the girl next door his whole life. The first time he saw her in a swimsuit he forgot how to talk for ten full seconds. He has the personalities of at least three different people stuffed into his head, and two of them are trying to kill each other (Zack just wants everyone to get along). He’s the result of a mad scientist’s experiment that implanted the cells of a genocidal alien in his body. The son of that genocidal alien is psychosexually obsessed with him. So is the local pimp. His eyes glow because of all the radiation exposure, and half the people he meets are like, “Oof, you’re gonna die young, kid.” He’s a 5’7” short king. He’s a puppet built to bring about the apocalypse. He’s even autistic.

[blueiight]

theres this quote running around from jacob anderson where he talks about how historically black people have been removed from period dramas and how, as suggested by the interviewer (w/ blueiight embellishment ofc), the very few times black charas would show up in these period pieces theyd be side characters delegated to a raceblind narratively incoherent plot to placate an audience ashamed with / of the nuances of blackness. i rly like how he said louis’s character represents both a ‘black and very human story about a vampire… [Black people] do not usually have the opportunity to play such complex and fluent characters’. i think that brings to heart a lot of why this show has my heart, as an armchair historian and r.n. (dont ask what that stands for). u racebent characters in a way that coheres, situate ur black characters in a specific context, and the story never deludes us into thinking the mere existence of an interracial relationship is enough to end racism. in e2 louis literally says “fledgling sounds like slave, dont call me that” and e3 starts with louis telling lestat the history of dismembering runaway enslaved ppl & placing their bodies on the gates of of jackson square.. in his initiation to vampirism, louis is moved from the historically Black creole treme area he grew up in & is placed into lestat’s townhome in the very white, french, old quarter. vampirism as hes initiated into is a loving, powerful, cruel, and isolating existence for louis. bc of vampirism he is able to kill a racist person and not be lynched for it, hes able to echo the historical dismemberment on the alderman by placing his body on the st louis cathedral, but he is unable to kill racist groups & systems that initiate race riots. his connection to claudia in s1 is not so much by the oedipal, but by both their connection as lestat’s fledglings and as Black [creole] people placed in a part of the city largely alien to them both. this connection can be broken down even further. louis saw claudia as his joychild of sorts, ‘[his] redemption’ for his 5 years of pimping but a big part of her tragedy is that a child being made into a vampire cannot redeem anyone, much less redeem an individual from what was a historical inevitability. claudia is adopted into such a stature that she wouldve otherwise never reached by virtue of being made a vampire, but even then that is conditional. claudia is rendered inert from being anyone’s ‘wife’ forever trapped in the confines of immaturity as a ‘daughter’, only hoping at best to be louis’s ‘sister’ and isnt that resonant to bw.. she’s selectively infantilized both a child ‘meddling in the affairs of her parents’ , ungrateful, arrogant, and adultified - presumed powerful enough to ‘poison louis against [lestat]’ , taking on the role of louis’s ‘knight in vengeful white black’ .. the response lestat has to claudia is characterized by him continuing the cycle of abuse he once faced toward her and with a black claudia who was once a poor girl now adopted into this immortal luxury it takes on a racialized element. “bach is beyond you” and claudia bites back with “yes this french music is hmm. not made for these mongrel ears”. the absence of metaphor is striking!! literally the fact that this show does not shy away from the era its set in is why its so good.

[revelboo]

Are you okay writing for tfp Knockout or Breakdown? Maybe they are either another (human) racer or heck even someone who works at the car wash who gives some of the best cars waxes, Knockout befriended. That or maybe they’re a mech experiment (mostly) human survivor that helped Breakdown escape MECH. Or literally whatever you see happening these where just some of my suggestions. The floor is yours if you’re okay writing for them? Thanks either way 😄

My Favorite Accident

Knockout x reader-race

• Huh. Of all the ways you might have imagined you’d die, death by a furious, alien pimp car wouldn’t have made the top ten. Or hundred. Fingers going white knuckled on the helmet in your hands, you feel curiously numb. Drag racing was dangerous and sooner or later, you’d push your luck past the point of no return. But this?

• When you’d managed to pass that stupidly gorgeous, red sports car for the third night in a row, you’d wanted to laugh your head off. Maybe dance a victory jig because your old, rusty Trans Am looked like an ad for tetanus and it’d still beaten all those other pretty, expensive cars. So yeah, when the candy apple red car had followed you and stayed right on your bumper after the race, you’d sucked it up and pulled over. Letting the guy follow you to your house wasn’t happening. If you were going to get screamed at, it was going to be on your terms.

• You grab your switchblade out of the center console and slide it into your back pocket in case wealthy sports car guy decided he could try and bully you out of your winnings. Hip cocked and arms folded across your chest, you wait for the guy to get out and yell- probably accuse you of cheating.

• That sound was something you’d never forget, almost a musical thing as metal shifted and rearranged. And grew to tower over you in the form of a sleek robot.

• An infuriated robot as it takes a thunderous step your way and your helmet hits the asphalt. More than anything, you want to run. The problem is your body isn’t on board. You can’t move at all as it crouches down. “Mind telling me how you beat me in that scrap heap?”

• Cold fury sparking through him, Knockout glares down at the human staring up at him. “Well?” He demands. “You cheated didn’t you?” Because there’s no way a human beat him in that… abomination. It’s not even a car, more a mobile scrap heap. And that just makes it so much worse.

• Huh. Indignation wins out over common sense. “I’m a better driver,” you say. Those strange black and red eyes narrow and you have the thought that you can duck, grab the helmet and sling it at the robot. Maybe buy yourself a whole thirty seconds before it stomps you to death.

• What you don’t expect is for it to throw up an arm in all too human exasperation. “Hardly. I’ve been driving long before you were even alive,” it says, walking past you to stalk around your car. “Do you have any idea how mortifying it is to lose to… this? What it does to my reputation?”

• You can breathe now that it’s not glaring down at you, because it’s popping the hood on your car and shaking its head in disgust. “That’s gotta hurt, huh?” You snark, wincing as it glowers at you over its shoulder with murderous intent.

• “We’re going again. Now.” Because he can’t stand it. And it’s been a long time since anyone’s given him a real challenge. A thrill of electric anticipation makes him smile when your uneasy expression smooths into a cocky sureness, because he knows you won’t just let him win- you’ll fight him tooth and nail for it. A kindred spirit.

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[strangegrapefruit]

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[barrackspredator]

Can you give us more yandere platonic bowers gang i love love your writing!!!

“Eh… It’s…” Belch clears his throat uncomfortably. “It’s a little short.”

“A little?” Henry scrutinizes, his nose crinkling in disgust. “Go change out of that shit, we’re going to a party, not pimping you out.”

Patrick watches idly from where he is standing beside your dresser. He shrugs, placing his hands on his hips as he gazes upon you. “I think it looks great.”

Victor’s eyes squint toward Patrick, the sneer on his face clear as day. “Of course you think that.”

“Yeah, I don’t think Patrick should get a say in this.” Belch shifts the axe in his hands from sweaty palm to sweaty palm. All he can do is purse his lips and shake his head in dismay.

You stand before your mirror, taking in the way the fabric hugs you. And you couldn’t help but think Belch and Henry were right. It was too short. Too showy. Too… easy.

It was so easy to be pined as a whore when you had outsiders peering in, waiting for you to slip and fall.

Victor leans off the doorway, hesitating as he approaches you from behind. He stares at your reflection with you. It doesn’t take a genius to see self-loathing in one’s eyes.

“You don’t have to change,” he insists. “It’s Halloween! This is the one day you’re allowed to be a slut!”

This raises a giggle from Patrick, who is quickly silenced by Henry’s glare. Victor recoils when he feels a crisp smack on the nape of his neck. “Gah!” His hand goes up to the now irritated patch of skin.

“Don’t tell her that shit!” Henry exclaimed, throwing his hand wildly toward Victor. “She isn’t like one of those sluts. She isn’t Beverly Marsh or Greta Keene-”

“Or Ashley Bensworth and her awesome rack!”

“Shut up, Patrick!” Henry glares at him, gripping the hilt of the “fake” knife he was using as a prop.

Being in a room with the school bullies as they held fake—real—weapons for props would’ve sent the average Derryan into a coma. But all you could do in that moment was laugh and giggle joyously, basking in the warmth of something unfamiliar. To be cared for was alien.

And if your parents didn’t care about you, your brothers certainly did.

So you wore that costume and you wore it proudly. After all, who’s gonna mess with the girl who has weapon wielding maniacs on her team?

chat I did not proof read this.

[dairy-farmer]

Dick is tired of Slade thirsting for him and trying to get in his suit, but Deathstroke is too good of an asset to burn that bridge so he offers up Tim to him instead. Tim isn’t thrilled that Dick just like, pimped him out to an assassin like that, but forgives Dick pretty quickly after the first time Slade corners him on a roof and bends him over an air conditioner.

Because holy hell, if that’s how Slade fucks when he’s in a hurry, Tim can’t wait for the day Slade comes looking for a favor.

Dick has been forever branded the biggest idiot Tim will ever know for passing this up

!!!!!!! tim has no idea that dick never got that far with slade! he, like many others, had just drawn their own conclusions given the fact that slade was pretty solidly fixated on dick and of course he had to have put out or something because so many people have been in the room when slade would join their side or help them out and he'd look at dick with this smarmy look and say 'this'll cost ya'.

so of course people thought slade and dick were fucking. everyone thought that, except for...dick. for dick slade was just this trashy older guy who'd treat him like how all gross, past their prime, older guys treat waitresses at hooters. something to ogle, something to make comments at.

he'd try so hard to get into dick's good graces by cooperating, doing him favors, even helping him out. he tried so hard to get dick into the idea of fucking him and if dick were anyone else...it might've worked.

but old guys...they just didn't do it for him. dick honestly just did not have the psycho sexual daddy issues necessary to hop onto that horse. it's probably the one good thing he got out of being parented by bruce.

past a certain age...people just reminded him too much of bruce and slade was no exception.

however dick never told slade this. having slade around had its benefits. slade was a serious powerhouse, able to hold his own against metas, aliens, and other mercenaries. even bruce had some trouble against him sometimes. his connections as a result of being a well known mercenary and contract killer meant he had ins with essentially any government of his choosing.

slade was nice to have in his back pocket and the price of having him around more than paid for itself.

but...dick got tired. he'd been dancing around with slade since he was a teenager and slade still gave no signs of giving up but dick was just getting tired of it. any amusement he got out of it had long dried up.

but he couldn't just shut slade down forever. slade was just too talented and useful to wash his hands of.

maybe that was a douchey thing to do. but its not like slade was some angel.

still dick couldn't put up with him anymore. so...he needed a sacrificial lamb. somebody to draw slade's attention, someone that would agree if dick begged them to do it.

jason was an obvious 'no' because he'd rather saw his own arm off than help dick with anything. damian was also a 'no' because...well...damian was an acquired taste. dick doubted slade would be very taken with the constant insults, threats, and posturing.

which left the only viable option as tim. truly if dick had to pick a favorite with his brothers it was tim. he and tim had their ups and downs but if anyone would accept this burden it was tim.

at first tim had just stared at dick, expression blank and almost verging onto incredulous before asking if dick was 'fucking serious?'. which dick thought was a bit excessive.

but then he explained to tim about how much slade had helped him and by extension gotham out, that he wasn't an asset dick could just lose, and how it'd do more harm than good if he was in the wind.

plus it's not like tim would have a hard job. he just had to stand there and look pretty for slade, maybe snipe back with his clever banter.

tim's looks unsure but ultimately agrees.

of course slade won't so easily lose his fixation on dick. but dick has been playing mind games since he was a kid and so he has a few tricks up his sleeve.

he starts by messing with slade's intelligence network centered around him. the one he has so he can track dick down anytime he wants. then dick messes with his jobs, makes it so the client breaks their end of the bargain or are just irritating pieces of shit. slade always seeks him out when his professional life gets annoying.

so once that's done all he does is wait. wait until slade seeks him out but instead finds tim in his place.

slade will pass it off as a fluke at first.

then dick starts arranging tim's cases, going in and fixing his schedule of when he meets with informants in different cities and makes it so he and slade start crossing paths more and more often.

dick's final move is to arrange for slade to meet a client in a club that tim is undercover at as a dancer.

of course slade the horny old goat will pay for a lap dance and of course tim 'i've never backed down from a bet once in my life' drake will do it.

audacity always catches slade's interest. by the end of the night slade is sweeter on tim, more likely to be amused and curious about his presence.

it helps that tim just has one of THOSE faces. dick's under no illusions that slade was more persistent in trying to fuck him when dick was younger. dick was a pretty youthful looking guy despite the stress of his job but tim?

tim was often mistaken for being 3 to 5 years younger than he was. he'd once lamented to dick about how he'd gone to a fancy jewelry store to buy a watch for father's day when he was 16 and the saleswoman had thought he was 12 and pinched his cheek.

poor tim just suffered from chronic baby face. but that also meant that he was exactly slades type.

which was teenager.

so dick starts handing off meetings with slade to tim. if he needs a favor he calls tim to fulfill, if he needs information he gives tim slade's number.

it's good.

dick thought he was pretty straightforward and clear about everything so he never really thinks to check up with tim how everything is going with slade.

tim gives him no complaints.

dick does notice that slade seems to be coming into gotham more often lately but dismisses it as him just being very excited with his new plaything.

slade is also much more cooperative than he was before, prying information out of him doesn't feel like pulling teeth anymore.

whatever tim was doing was clearly working so dick was very happy to let it continue.

still, dick checks up on tim once in a while, cheking to make sure he was still okay with being slade's handler.

in tim's words it was more than okay.

he doesn't say that dick was a fucking idiot for not wanting to deal with slade but dick did get the impression that's what he wanted to say which...okay. maybe slade was nicer to be around when you didn't have the history with him that dick did?

the next time slade is helping all of them out dick expects to at least be given a once over and he breathes and prepares for it. but instead slade bee-lines to tim.

he's leaning down and clearly whispering obscenities into tim's ear given the heavy blush on clark's face and the way he avoids looking at them.

to dick's surprise tim gets on his tippy toes and leans up to begin whispering in slade's ears. something that, based on slade's grin, greatly pleases him.

so clearly things are working out.

dick still has slade on retainer and tim, dick's darling dare devil little brother, gets to metaphorically put his hand in a crocodile's mouth and then snatch it out before it can get bitten off.

seems everyone's happy.

especially tim given that he practically walks like his feet don't touch the ground after he's finished a meeting with slade.

what dick is not expecting is for one day slade to come knocking.

turns out he needs a favor and well....dick is not prepared for that.

he can't recall a single time slade has even come to him to ask for something mostly because it's always been dick paying the price for something. but also because the price dick would set for a favor from him would be unrealistically which slade would know and that's probably why he never asked but with tim...slade is rolling his one good eye and asking if dick's conniving little bitch of a brother is upstairs in his room.

dick just nods still too stunned to say anything as slade brushes past him.

dick watches him go, easily finding tim's bedroom door without it having to be pointed out and barging in before slamming the door closed.

dick had a packed schedule that day, mostly errands but rather than continue with his plans to go out...he just locates a couch in the parlor at the bottom of the stairs and keeps staring up at tim's bedroom door. it's soundproofed, all their rooms are so there's no point in listening in, plus tim is the best of them at debugging the room from when bruce wants to spy on them.

its hours before slade leaves.

he arrived at the manor in somewhat respectable clothes. some slacks, a white button up, and a sports coat.

he leaves around five hours later with his slacks and sports coat folded over one arm and a pair of loafers held swinging in his other. his button up shirt is only half buttoned and hanging out of his boxers. his hair is messy and he's clearly walking with as much dignity as he can muster, ignoring dick's eyes on him.

he says nothing and simply walks out the front door like he hasn't just done a walk of shame out of the manor.

dick has to blink several times after the door clicks closed just to make sure he's not hallucinating.

in no universe is dick able to resist going upstairs.

tim's door is partially cracked open and dick is certain slade did it on purpose just to be annoying.

he knocks just to be nice before stepping in and being greeted by the sight of tim...well there's no other way to put it- lounging.

tim is in the center of his messy bed, propped up by pillows, with bed sheets modestly draped over his waist. he's intently focused on some mobile game that has recently caught his interest so he isn't looking at dick when he comes in.

tim's hair is messier than slade's, there's handprint bruising dick can see on his hips, and there a ripped open packet of slade's favorite brand of cigarettes on tim's nightstand along with slade's lighter.

one of those cigarettes is lit and in tim's mouth as he continues playing his game.

somehow that's what has dick gasping in shock more than anything.

"tim!" he yells, aghast. "are you smoking?!"

tim's eyes flicker up at him and a somewhat guilty and caught look flashes across his face.

hastily, he plucks the half finished cigarette out of his mouth and drops it into the open bedside carafe. but dick also spies the matching cup with three extinguished cigarette butts at the bottom and narrows his eyes.

tim follows his gaze and hurries to defend himself.

"those are slade's!" he insists, "i just had the one!"

the fact that tim was smoking at all had some big brother part of dick's chest aching with a pain so sharp he wonders if this is what heart attacks felt like.

dick is focused on the cigarette, the words that come out are just lectures on top of lectures about the dangers of smoking all while tim looks cowed. when bruce gets home dick informs him as well and bruce follows up with his own lectures.

it's not until weeks later that dick considers that maybe that shouldn't have been the thing he focused on given all the other evidence in the room.

dick's little brother was extorting sex out of slade wilson in exchange for favors. that probably should've been something he dealt with with some amount of urgency.

but...dick felt like it was something that could be overlooked.

maybe it was because the idea that slade would get a taste of his own medicine for once pleased dick.

but this arrangement tim had with slade just seemed...right.

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[everydayyoulovemeless]

sooo... how would New Vegas base game companions react to maybe 1 or 3 of /your/ favorite wild wasteland encounters?

would that be anything?

FNV Companions Reactions to Various Wild Wasteland Encounters

➼ Word Count » 1.0k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Platonic/Romantic

Boone

He can't help but stare at you stupidly when you leave Mick and Ralphs with the Pimp-Boy 3 Billion. You were supposed to buy ammo, maybe some weapons, not trade out your Pip-Boy for that. Not only does it serve the exact same purpose, but it's also going to make you a lot easier to spot in the desert with the way it shimmers in the sun. He's going to be so annoyed with you and won't talk to you for a good week afterward.

Boone tenses up when he spots the alien spacecraft off in the distance for the first time. He can’t seem to do anything but stop and stare for a minute before aiming his rifle at the thing to get a closer look at what it is and who is operating it. However, when he spots the alien in the driver's seat, he puts his gun down. His disbelief only heightens when the ship seemingly disappears within seconds of him looking away. He won’t sleep for a few days after, too busy trying to piece together what he saw.

Boone doesn’t think too hard about it and quickly pockets the holy grenades when you both happen upon them in the Searchlight church. He doesn’t care whether they’re ��holy” or not, he doesn’t even care to know what that entails, he just wants as many as he can in his arsenal.

Arcade

Arcade feels like he should’ve known what to expect when he allowed you to walk into Mick and Ralph’s on your own. He knows Freeside better than anyone, of course, they’d be smuggling something odd inside. He won’t have much of a reaction to it, a part of him felt like he’d already known something distasteful was going to happen. Next time he’ll just be sure to supervise.

Arcade panics a bit when he spots the spaceship. He’s never been certain on whether or not he believes in aliens, but the thought of something being out there with technology that reminds him somewhat of the Enclave.. he finds that discomforting. He’ll write whatever he noticed down somewhere on the inside cover of a book and pray that whatever it was isn’t hostile.

Arcade immediately picks up the holy grenades in fascination. He’s not sure what makes them different—probably nothing at all—but the description is enough to get him to think. He’s familiar with quite a few religious texts and the discovery of the explosives may even trigger him to go on a philosophical rant.

Raul

Raul can’t help but chuckle in disbelief when he sees you walk out with the golden pip-boy wrapped around your arm. He hates it. This is probably the worst thing you could’ve done for them. And he’s going to complain the entire time, constantly poking jabs at you for being stupid enough to wander around in a desaturated desert with the one thing that makes you most visible.

Raul doesn’t have much reaction to the spacecraft. He knows he should probably be surprised, but he’s just.. not. He’s seen so much in the Mojave already, that it makes sense for aliens to exist, at least that’s how he sees it.

He gets a little kick out of the holy grenades. He’ll wave you over to come look at them, saying how he thinks it’s odd someone took the time to leave a sign labeling standard grenades as “holy”. He may even suggest that you both do something similar. Get a bit of a rise out of people. Make them think their weapons are “special”.

Lily

She thinks the Pimp-Boy suits you perfectly! She only wishes she could’ve thought of something like it first. She’ll gush and brag to all her friends back at Jacobstown about how her grandchild has a golden pip-boy. It makes Leo a little more alert as well. He’s going to be worried that someone will try and rob you of it so she might even become a little more violent in battle.

Lily is unfazed by the spaceship and, depending on her mental state at the time, may even mistake it for Santa’s sleigh or some other friendly character to get you excited about all the gifts you’re about to receive! (all from her)

When Lily spots the holy grenades, she immediately begins reminiscing on her days spent at the chapel. She’ll go on about how she was in the choir and never missed any sermons on Sunday morning. It restores some of her fonder memories for a couple of minutes and it makes her happy.

Cass

When Cass sees the Pimp-Boy, she is going to want to sell it. She’ll try everything to convince you that it’s the right move, especially since it’s made out of pure gold. The number of caps you could swindle out of some poor wastelander would be worth the trouble of being without the thing. Besides, you both could snatch up another one from one of the local vaults to replace it with.

Cass convinced herself that the alien spaceship she saw was just a hallucination caused by her drinking and walking around all day in the heat. She doesn’t even entertain the idea of aliens being real.

She’ll skim the “holy grenade” sign and ignore it for the rest of the time you’re there. She’s not crazy about explosives and so doesn’t really care either way what they are.

Veronica

Veronica thinks the Pimp-Boy is so fun and would beg you to let her borrow it for a few hours so she can tinker around with it. She thinks the gadget is a lovely color and an interesting trinket, especially since you seemed to get it out of nowhere. She’ll show it off to everyone else in the bunker and brag about how you and her are the official pimps of the Brotherhood.

Veronica lets out a quiet ‘oh’ when she spots the spacecraft hovering around the desert one evening. She’ll stare at it in awe for a moment, caught off guard by the sheer technological wonder that it is. When she turns to see if you see it too, however, it disappears, and she’s left to wonder who or what had been responsible for it.

She doesn’t even bother with the holy grenades when you stumble upon them. Explosions aren’t her speciality, but if you’d like them, she wouldn’t mind pocketing them.

[silviucostinescu]

(ALIEN PIMP Productions)

[ihatebottles]

hi! happy season 8!!! or 11 if you go by broadcast

i made a list of all the programming bender scrolls past on their TV in episode 141:

Cosinefeld

Jupiter’s Next Top Model

Shatner’s Creek

Friends Reunion Reunion

The Steady-State Universe Theory

Unexplained Friday Night Lights

Mets vs. Godzilla

Next Week Yesterday

The [“A” in Alien Language 1]-Team

TruthBusters

Regular Ghost: Coast to Coast

Downton Crabby

Wide Wide World of Quarks

Star Trek: The Original Reboot

Disenpantment

The Mare of Neutropolis

Better Call Cthulhu

A Quiet Place: Live!

The Queen’s 8-bit

Plaid Programming

The Marvelous Mrs. Poopenmeyer

Buckminster Full House

Fonfon Ru Crashers

Stanley Tucci: Searching for Alderaan

The Sex Lives of Amazonian Women

π‘s Company

Melllvar Place

Alien vs. Predator vs. Bluey

Queer Eye for the Straight Line Segment

America Lacks Talent

Say No to the Overalls!

Married with Pupae

The Sims’ Sons

Infomercial: The Bowflexo

Fleaborg

Pimp My Hovercraft

Grey Alien’s Anatomy

The Botfather

Family Gorn

Will and Grkrk

0.999 [repeating] Full House

Sandcrab and Son

All in the Phylum

Look Who Glorbin’ 2

30 Rock from the Sun

American Holo Story

Back to the Present

M*A*T*H

The Best Dental Dam Show Period

CSI: Ceta Alpha Ⅴ

Just Disruptor Blast Me

News at √11

The Lego NewsHour

Rick & Morky

Everybody Loves Raygun

Halitos15

Blasterpiece Theatre

Frank Herbert’s Name That Dune

TCU Hypnotoads vs. Georgia Bullfrogs

Two and a Third Mutants

SporkCenter

Fargo But In Space

Quantum Nonlocal News

Smizmar Island

NYPD Ultraviolet

Yak Chat

Monday Night Rollerball

and the stuff that’s onscreen when fry is looking at fulu:

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Slurm Dog Millionaire

Stranger Fonts

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Geiger King

The Clampmaid’s Tale

Things We Claim Are Trending

How I Met Your Smizmar

Only Murders in the Hoverdome

The Great Neptunian Bam-Off

The Scary Mirror

Humorbot 5.0 Stand-Up Special

Top Hits

Blob’s Burgers

Head Lasso

Real Housecats of Thuban 9

It’s Always Sunny on Mercury

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