Zoidberg suffers from hallucinations & needs help from his friends. (slash fic, Fry + author)
Let's Go! Hey, Ho!
Zoidberg is released from an asylum. The Planet Express crew travels by tube transport system to the recording studio. Shunsuke is wearing a sparkling dress, headband, light sapphire bluish gray socks, & black level boots.
Shunsuke plays part of a Xmas rockabilly song on his drum kit.
Zoidberg: That sounds cool. Let's make a song like that!
Shunsuke: OK but we need a piano player.
Zoidberg: I can do that.
The piano teacher arrives at the recording studio.
Sensei: Are you ready for your lessons?
Zoidberg thinks the piano is playing itself with extra fingers.
Zoidberg: The piano is alive!
Sensei: What? No it’s not.
After the lesson, Zoidberg asks his friends for help.
Zoidberg: I need help! I’m having hallucinations.
His hallucinations begin to act up again.
Zoidberg: Who threw acid at my girlfriend?!
Bender: No-one, Zoidberg.
Hermes: We’ll see what we can do for you.
Zoidberg: Just as scathing as always, aren’t you...
Hermes: Eh ~ ?!
Leela: Zoidberg, I can tell you’re emulating Kamei but I don’t think THAT will ever come out of your shadow...
Zoidberg: Your whole existence is just too much!
Vivid red "cross-popping" veins traced in white appear on the right side of Leela’s head.
Farnsworth: I’m sure that I’ll definitely be over there at some point.
Zoidberg: But Farnsworth is... ahahaha.
Zoidberg: Where did that gumball machine come from?
Amy: I’m Amy.
Zoidberg: What about the white butterflies?
Scruffy: I’m Scruffy.
Fry: What were you doing at the asylum, Zoidberg?
Zoidberg: I made art showing freedom. I just wanted to get out of there. I didn't get much sleep.
Shunsuke: That’s why you’re hallucinating. Lack of sleep is the problem. You need some good rest.
Zoidberg goes home, takes a sleeping aid, & falls asleep.
The next day, he’s all better again.