You could really feel the utter lack of soul radiating from the episode about phones that were jammed into eyes streaming onto a book projected onto the face about a boil named susan on lela's ass during a race to get a million followers. Compare that to Fry eating a parasitic egg sandwich at a gas station restroom and as a result having to wrestle with the ethical dilemma of all of his dreams coming true partially because of the parasites giving him the ability to do what he always wanted to do, and it's so painful.