Blown Out Speaker

**Blown Out Speaker** is one of the character goals in Futurama: Worlds of Tomorrow.

## Part 1

### Objectives

* Have Fender Play a Song (4h 0m 0s)
* Have Roberto Scream and Stab (16h 0m 0s)

### Story

 Hey, Fender! I got some music I want you to play!

 Sorry, Roberto, but I on't really play requests.

 Yeah, I'm the same way. Robots are always askin' me not to stab 'em, but hey -- you can't make everybody happy, am I right?}

 Um... What would you like me to play?

 Haydn's "Stabat Mater".

 Thanks for playing my song, man. I was able to stab five extra people tonight.

 All thanks to you.

 Uh... glad to be of service, I guess?

 That's just what my stabbin' knife said!

## Part 2

### Objectives

* Have Fender Slap the Bass (8h 0m 0s)
* Have Billionairebot Fold Paper Planes (2h 0m 0s)
* Have Devilish Fry Play the Holophoner (4h 0m 0s)

### Story

 Seein' you all ghosty makes me realize there's lotsa stuff I wanna do before I die.

 Like what?

 Be immortal. And learn to get funky on the electric bass.

 Well, there's lots of good instructional videos on YouTube.

 If you're short on time, Druuk the Undying's series "Learn to Ply the Bass in Just 10,000 Years" covers both topics.

 Man, I suck at bass. How'd you learn to play that Holophoner so well?

 It was easy. You just have to get yourself some robot hands.

 I already have robot hands. I'm a robot.

 What do you think I am, stupid? You're no robot, you're just a high-power amp with AI and electronically-controlled appendages.

## Part 3

### Objectives

* Have Fender Disturb the Neighbors (9h 0m 0s)
* Have URL Be a First Responder (1h 0m 0s)
* Have Smitty Stop for Donuts (4h 0m 0s)

### Story

 We're gettin' a complaint. Someone's playin' some too-too-nasty bass in my jurisdiction.

 Who called it in?

 I did. No one gets funky on my beat without URL wettin' his beak.

 Now play me some Bootsy and clear a 50-foot radius.

 I didn't know the fuzz were so cool. I feel bad for hiding from you all my life.

 Hey, cops are just like everybody else. We all about the bass, baby.

 I thought you people were all about beatin' people.

 We can be all about two things.

 I don't see how. Seems like kind of a contradiction.

 Well, if I gotta pick one, it's beatin'. Ready?

## Part 4

### Objectives

* Have Fender Mingle with VIPs (16h 0m 0s)
* Have Ghost Bender Reach the Top (14h 0m 0s)

### Story

 I've been partying all night, and I still don't have my body back.

 In the music industry, we know it's not the quantity of the partying. It's the quality. You gotta party better, not harder.

 So what? Should I invest in a stretch limo?

 Hell no! In the music industry, we do a lot of things in stretch limos, but investing ain't one of them.

 This plan was a failure. I've been partying like a music-industry scuzzball for days now, and all it brought back to life is my sense of shame.

 You've got a sense of shame? You never shoulda come anywhere near the music industry! It'll chew you up and spit you out like old bubblegum.

 I know! And I liked that part! But when it spit me out, I landed on the pavement, and that's when my sense of shame suddenly started working again.

 It's in my ass.

 You've got an ass? You never shoulda come anywhere near the music industry!