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But then, as if on cue, the techno voice sounds, as if audio effects have been applied. The plant being has returned. Above Kris's head, it displays as a glowing mushroom and warbles soothingly:

Don't worry. You shan't fall ill. There were no nasty ones amongst us.

Magic shrooms? Kris projects.

Yes, Farnsworth, thinking we were poisonous, mixed us in throughout your stay. We do hope you enjoyed us!

Yeah, well, I certainly enjoyed the encounters with those women.

Our pleasure. You thought it was real?

Never was sure. … But I'm real worried now, having just overheard Farnsworth and his cronies. They've recently obtained pistols.

Don't fret over those scoundrels. .We shall shortly project an insane inspiration!

Another preview of coming attractions?

Why yes, in a manner of speaking!

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