White Picket Forcefield

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White Picket Forcefield
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H. G. Blob

White Picket Forcefield is one of the goals in Futurama: Worlds of Tomorrow. It is the character goal of H. G. Blob unlocked with the Entertainment District.

Part 1

Description[edit source]

Horrible Gelatinous Blob has a mid-life crisis.

Objectives

Rewards[edit source]

  • 600 Nixonbucks 350 XP

Story[edit | edit source]

H. G. Blob I'm a middle-aged blob. What have I done with my life?

H. G. Blob Will anyone even remember my horribleness a hundred years from now when I dissolve?

The Professor Nonsense!

The Professor I won't remember your horribleness five minutes from now.


H. G. Blob What do you do when you feel like your life is missing something?

Bender Steal whatever it is I'm missing.

H. G. Blob What if it's something that can't be stolen?

Bender Is that a challenge?


Part 2

Description[edit source]

Horrible Gelatinous Blob schools his son.

Objectives

Rewards[edit source]

  • 600 Nixonbucks 350 XP

Story[edit | edit source]

Fry You've got more slime bags under your eyes than usual, H.G. Did you eat something that disagreed with you? Or someone?

H. G. Blob I wish. My performance evaluation is coming up at work and it has me stressed out. And that causes me to lose my appetite.

H. G. Blob Which affects my performance at work. So it's a vicious cycle.

Fry Huh. It's tough to be a blob in the city.


H. G. Blob I tell ya, Earth folk make certain unfeeling assumptions about us Blobs and then wonder why we devour them.

Hermes Well... your first name IS "Horrible."

H. G. Blob THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I MEAN!

Hermes Before you devour me: Know that I've eaten enough Jamaican cuisine that my metabolism would dissolve your gelatin.


Part 3

Description[edit source]

Horrible Gelatinous Blob schools his son.

Objectives

Rewards[edit source]

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H. G. Blob My barista mispelled my name on my cup. I am H. G. Blob, not H. G. Bob!

Amy Splow, talk about your first world problem.

H. G. Blob Look who's talking Miss I-Passed-a-Blob-That-Looked-Like-a-Booger-and-Lost-My-Interest-in-Brunch.

Amy What can I say? It takes one to judge one.

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