Robot Lap Dancer

A minor fixture of the seedy robot strip club scenes glimpsed early in Futurama's run, she exists mostly as background texture in Bender's world of gleaming, disreputable machine nightlife. She has no arc, no name beyond her function, and no lines that matter beyond the joke of her existing at all.

The gag is the whole point: a robot lap dancer treats mechanical sleaze with the same deadpan seriousness as human vice, and Tress MacNeille's brief vocal work slots neatly into the show's habit of populating its universe with fully-realized jokes rather than empty set dressing, making even a one-scene robot feel like it has a whole dive-bar life offscreen.