"That's not your chip!" Professor told her. He snapped the pincers from Leela.
"I'll not tolerate insubordination from my employees."
Viciously, he re-inserted her original career chip.
"You are the pilot, and I've already adjusted part of your crew... as necessary." He chuckled the last two words, not hiding his smile.
The door hissed open, and Bender staggered in, "Beer... Beer... I need Beer..."
He recoiled on spotting the Professor, "Judas. I trusted you." With one metallic arm, curling up to his head, Leela saw that Bender had been neutered. His antenna, had been cruelly cut off.
"Bah! You'll adjust... the Femmzoil will ensure that."
Turning his back on Bender, he pointed towards the table, and the pack of six beers resting there. The moisture condensing on their glass.
Somewhat appeased, she marched over to her seat and started knocking them back.
"Now to make sure that Philippa... -he he- complies with local ordinances..."
He started fishing in his pocket, sorting through an assortment of career chips.
- - -
Fry was watching Hypno-toad, with one arm casually draped over Amy's shoulder. When the professor Farnsworth entered, he considered another option, briefly.
With a shrug, he looked at the chipping pincers already in his hand.
"Just an update... Give me your hand."
Without looking away, or consideration, Philip held out one hand. He found it easier just to comply rather than question everything.
But the sting of implanting got his attention.
"Hey." he grumbled, scrambling up from the sofa.
*bleep* - Delivery Girl.
"Now I have your attention."
Fry rubbed his palm, not having noticed the Girl part of his new job title.
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