When Fry had woken up in a strange place that was different from where he had fallen asleep in, he wasn't too phased. Was this different than the planet express building? Yes. Were there people who weren't his fellow crew? Mostly. Was there a TV? Yes. For that was the most important fact he had observed.

Rather than shout out in surprise, or complain, or even interact with the others, he merely walked up to the TV and started fiddling with it. It had been so long since he had to go up close to the TV to turn it on that he had forgotten how. "Stupid thing, where's the darn remote" He grumbled to himself as he continued to try and turn it on.

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Where was he? Why was he not in his dumpster? Was there food? Zoidberg had fallen asleep in the dumpster that he called home when he suddenly was jarred awake here. The strange lobster-like alien immediately put up his cranial sail in response to the sudden fear of being in a different location. However, he noticed something much more important.

"Wow, so fancy!" Zoidberg muttered as he looked around at the hotel room. It had been a while since he had been last allowed in such a place. Usually people barred him from the fancier establishments because of his appearance and smell.

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meh, it's the best I can think of right now
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