I don’t ‘need’ to drink. I can quit anytime I want! And why did ‘I’ have to take a cab? All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school! Bender! Ship! Stop bickering or I’m going to come back there and change your opinions manually! Goodbye, cruel world. Goodbye, cruel lamp. Goodbye, cruel velvet drapes, lined with what would appear to be some sort of cruel muslin and the cute little pom-pom curtain pull cords. Cruel though they may be… Who am I making this out to?