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S7E7: The Six Million Dollar Mon

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It's true, old friend. My claws are too clumsy for such delicate work. "But mine aren't. "You, mon, give me that robot brain." And you, metal guy, lie down. Zoidberg, this makes no sense. Why are you helping him? And what's that catchy beat? (ROCK BEAT BEGINNING) I'll tell you. Two, three...