- Hattie writes a will.
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This universe is going to hell in a handbasket! I've decided to cut my losses and move whatchacallit. On.
Hattie, no! You can't kill yourself! What will become of the tenants in your apartment building?
Half of them are frozen in Hypnowaves, and the other half are late with the rent. Kajigger 'em all!
I looked up how to write a will and I left all my money to my cats.
How'd you get past the "being of sound mind and body" part?
Asterisks and footnotes, smartass!
- Hattie looks for a cat sitter.
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Hey, Hattie, I heard you're thinking of going all "Thirteen Reasons Why" on us.
Damn right, missy. Will you take care of my cats after I'm gone?
Er... I'd like to, but I'm afraid my apartment building has a no-pets policy.
A no-WHAT whosit? Is there NO shred of decency left in this world?!
Are you feeling any better now, Hattie?
I'm sorry I flew off the handle there, Chinese Martian lady. It's just -- I don't want to live anymore, but I can't leave my cats to fend for themselves. [SNIFF]
Most of 'em have never held a job in their lives.
Emmeline gets a pension from when she was Assistant District Attorney, but the rest would be helpless without me.
- Hattie spends quality time.
- 50 75
You! Robot-man! Will you take care of several dozen cats after I end it all?
Cats, eh? If I recall correctly, those belong to the family of crap-producing mammals.
Shut your mouth! That's how they show their whatchacallit! Love!
If that's true of all mammals, I need to reevaluate my relationship with Fry.
Look, lady, I don't care if you're offing yourself. There's no way I'm taking care of a couple dozen furballs.
Figuers. Your appartment building probably wouldn't have allowed 'em anyhow.
You mean if I kept your cats I'd be breaking the rules?
Now you're talking. Give 'em here!
- Hattie plans a trip.
- 50 75
There's just one last thing I promised myself I'd do before I killed myself: visit Branson, Missouri.
Oh, you'll love it there. Every dinner buffet is all-you-can-eat, discounted for seniors, and over by 6:15pm.
Really? Maybe I should wait and go there after I die!
I just rode one of them hovering kajiggers to Branson, Missouri and back.
Did you like it?
Like it? It gave me something to live for! It turns out this beautiful land is full of third-rate resort cities with fourth-rate entertainment! Branson... Laughlin, Nevada... Pigeon Forge, Tennessee...
And then I can start all over again at the beginning!