"I wonder what’s taking that ol’ bag of bones so long," inquired Hermes the company bureaucrat after checking his watch for the seventeenth time at the top of the hour, which indicates that seventeen seconds had passed since eight o’ clock. Leela adjusted her position in the seat, "I'm not sure myself, but damn well it better be worth the wait. I’m missing Calculon. Tonight’s the season premiere where we learn if it’s all been a dream or a screenplay written by some incompetent old coot’s brother-in-law."
Fry took a sip of Slurm, "Speaking of a incompetent old coot, I have a lot of confidence that the Professor has something great in store for us. He always does. Right, Bender?" Bender looks ahead dismissively, "Not really."
The door leading to the lab zipped sideways revealing Professor Farnsworth with an accomplished expression on his decrepit wrinkled face, "Good news, everyone! It's finished. The new What-if machine is FINISHED!"
The crew s