Decapodian Tailor

Glimpsed running his shop in Decapod 10's garment district, this crustacean tailor fits customers with the brisk, faintly harried manner of any working shopkeeper. He measures, snips, and haggles over price, treating alien anatomy as just another day's inconvenience behind the counter.

He's a blink-and-miss-it bit of world-building, the kind of throwaway role Futurama specializes in: a whole alien economy implied through one exasperated small business owner. Maurice LaMarche gives him a put-upon, nasal irritability that makes the joke land in seconds flat, no lingering required.