Piada do Sofá dos Simpsons

No sofá dos Simpsons, todos sabem, tudo pode
É a surpresa de cada abertura.
Outro dia lá deitado, o General Zod
Até esqueceu os sonhos de escravatura

A família com o Ajudante de Papai Noel,
Sentam-se a fazer o sofá virar,
Aumentam o volume até o último decibel
Para com o mau humor se engalfinhar

Mestres do riso, carisma e bom gosto,
encontram-se com jovens rivais
E, embora se pareçam com o oposto,
impossível não imaginá-los iguais

Me diga então, amigo fã,
O nível sobe ou por terra cai?
Ao se juntarem ao clã
os ousados de Family Guy?

Terminator Fight!

Eles chegaram a John Connor... ao mesmo tempo.

"The truth is we are fighting a hypocrite war.
The machines we struggle against are the best in human potential, the finest thing we, as a race, were able to create.

This is why we question the reasons for this conflict. This is a bitter war. There's no room for philosophy, no room for hope or love.

I do not moralize my troops with inspired speeches about the best in human nature, because the outcome of this nature is the exact thing we're fighting against.

I moralize them by sticking the heads of cyborgs into spears, to remind these troops of the real reason.

It’s something machines lack, and it is, therefore, the only thing they can't take away from us.

The one thing these machines can't understand, and therefore are doomed to crumble under the unstoppable entropy it unleashes.

The only thing that the human race has left, and saves it from slavery.

Hate." (03)

Connor, John. Book Of The Resistance. 46th ed. Vol. 265. Sarah City: Endeavor, 2029.

Natal Mágico com Tio Sylar