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Turanga Leela stood in the Planet Express office kitchen contemplating the contents of her cupboard. Everyone in the firm was supposed to have a locker to themselves for their supplies since the jobs started and finished whenever the customer demanded it. That was the theory. The reality was that the Professor forgot which cupboard was his, storing his urine samples wherever he felt like it; Zoidberg buried his food outside the hanger; and Bender would sniff out anything alcoholic, smokable or merely delicious and eat/smear it on himself regardless of who it belonged to. This always made opening the cupboard a surprise of one kind or another.