Bend it

Bender realized he was getting nowhere without some coercion. The robot hostilely rolled up his sleeves as if he was about to hit her, but instead he snatched handgun from inside his chest compartment. “Phillip J. Fry! The delivery boy. The drooling idiot. I’m gonna count to three and you’re gonna tell me what I need to know before I blow this joint. This time, Leela’s not here to stop me.” His glass bulb optics didn’t waver their gaze as he focused intently on the woman. Unlike the usual mid-day city bustle, this street was eerily barren. Leaves rustled in the ambiance. He began his count warningly, “one…”

“A waitress, huh? A pint of beer then, and make it snappy,” he ordered. Putting the gun back, he replaced it with a fat cigar and blew a cool-looking puff of smoke in the gal’s face. Bender looked away impatiently and tapped his metal foot cuff on the sidewalk. 

Bender realized he was getting nowhere without some coercion. The robot hostilely rolled up his sleeves as if he was about to hit her, but instead he snatched handgun from inside his chest compartment. “Phillip J. Fry! The delivery boy. The drooling idiot. I’m gonna count to three and you’re gonna tell me what I need to know before I blow this joint. This time, Leela’s not here to stop me.” His glass bulb optics didn’t waver their gaze as he focused intently on the woman. Unlike the usual mid-day city bustle, this street was eerily barren. Leaves rustled in the ambiance. He began his count warningly, “one...”

Bender pointed his finger in the human woman’s face angrily. “Hey lady, I don’t know what you’re saying, but I came to Maine to find my friend- who I was told YOU drug off somewhere,” he growled. The shiny grey robot’s metal body glinted sunlight dimly. His other hand was clasped into a fist. “So shove it, sugar-tits! And lead me to Fry.”  

Reblog if your muse has ever committed a crime.