<B>Robot Devil:</B>Ah, Bender, Fry. You've come back for more eternal damnation.

[Bender stands up and dust himself off.]

<B>Bender:</B> No, this isn't a religious visit. Fry just wants holophonor lessons.

[Fry stands up.]

<B>Fry:</b> Yep. I need to get really good without practising.

[The Robot Devil cackles.]

<B>Robot Devil:</B> Hell is full of ten-year-olds who wanted exactly the same thing. Trouble is, you have what my old music teacher, Mrs. Mellenger, calls "stupid fingers". [He twiddles his own fingers then slaps them.] With hands like that you'll be lucky to master a belt buckle. [Fry looks down and sees his trousers have fallen around his ankles. He quickly pulls them up.] Now wouldn't it be nice if you had a pair of robot hands to replace them?

<B>Fry:</b> Sure would. [He shrugs.] Oh, well. Goodbye.

[He turns around and Bender stops him.]

<B>Bender:</B>Fry, you smelly idiot, I think he's willing to make some kind of deal with the devil with you.

<B>Fry:</b>He-He-He is? [He turns around.] Great! Wait, what's the catch?

<B>Robot Devil:</B> No catch. I'll merely pick a robot at random from somewhere in the universe, probably one you've never even met, and then I'll remove his hands and switch them for yours. [Bender rubs his hands with glee.] It's just the sort of guy I am. What do you say?

<B>Fry:</b> I don't know. It doesn't seem entirely moral to--

<B>Bender:</B> Fry, if you don't take this offer right now I will lose all respect for you and punch you.