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 Old Money 7F17 28-Mar-91 (this is Frink's debut) |
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hell is that? Frink: Why it's a death ray my good man, behold! Grampa: (putting his hand in it's path) Hey! Feels warm, kinda nice. Frink: Well it is just a prototype.. with proper funding, I'm confident this little baby could destroy an area the size of New York City. Grampa: But I want to help people, not kill 'em! Frink: Oh. Well, to be honest, the ray only has evil applications... you know, my wife will be happy. She's hated this whole death ray thing from day one. |
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