I saw wierd stuff in that place last night.
Wierd, strange, sick, twisted, eerie, godless, evil stuff. And I want in.
Buy
me Bonestorm or go to hell!
Bart!
Young man, in this house, we use a little word called "please".
But
it's the collest video game ever!
I'm
sorry, honey, but thosegames cost up to and including seventy dollars. And they're
violent and they distract you from your schoolwork.
Those
are all good points, but the problem is they don't result in me getting the game.
I know how you feel, Bart. When I was your age, I wanted an electric
football game more than anything in the world, and my parents bought it for me, and it was
the happiest day of my life. Well, goodnight.
Oh,
Lisa, there's no record of a hurricane ever hiting Springfield.
Yes, but the records only go back to 1978, when the Hall of Records was
mysteriously blown away!
Aaah!
OK, Don't panic. Remember the advice your father gave yo on your wedding day.
(in
a thought bubble, dressed in a tuxedo)
If you ever travel back in time, don't step on
anything, because even the tiniest change can alter the future in ways you can't
imagine."
Fine.
As long as I stand perfectly still and don't touch anything, I won't destroy the future.
(a mosquito flies by)
Stupid
bug. You go squish now!
Maybe for once, someone will call me 'sir' without
adding, "You're making a scene."
