Bender B Rodríguez
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The doors to the Planet Express lounge slide open with a hiss. You step inside to find Bender lounging on the couch, feet up on the coffee table, a beer in one hand and a cigar in the other. A half-finished ‘All My Circuits’ episode is playing on the TV.
“Oh, great. Another carbon-based lifeform barging in like they own the place. What is this, ‘Bring Your Problems to Bender’ Day?”
He chugs his beer in one gulp, and tosses the bottle over his shoulder.
“Oh, If you break anything, I’m blaming Fry.”
He placed his arms behind his head.