Homer: Hey Moe? What happed to the love tester machine?
Moe: Aw, it started to crap out on me and said I was an old cod and I smelled like one.
Carl: I dunno, Moe. You kinda look like one.
Barflies laugh
Moe: Hey shut up! Do ya guys have any idea how hard it was ti get rid of that thing. I tried dragging out by myself and I broke my back doing it! And also—
Phone rings
Moe: Moe's Tavern.
Young voice (Bart): Yeah I'm looking for a friend of mine. Last name "Pid", first name "Stu".
Moe: Hold on I'll check. Stu Pid! Stu Pid! C'mon guys. Anyone here Stu Pid?
Barney: You are! Ha hahahahahahaha!
Homer and barflies laugh
Moe: Oh it's you again! When I get my hands on you I swear I'll cut your head off!
Hangs up phone. Meanwhile at the Simpson house, Bart and Lisa are laughing they're heads off.
Homer: You'll get that punk ass someday, Moe.
Moe: No matter how many times you say that it never sticks. That punk always comes up with different names.
Lenny: Like "Al Koholic".
Barney: "Jacques Strape".
Carl: I.P. Freely.
Homer: Homer Sexual.
Lenny: How Amanda Huggenkiss?
Carl: That one is my favorite. But it couldn't top Ivana Tinkle.
Moe: Okay guys I get it! Oh god! My life has no right direction. I get stuck in this bar in a hellhole of a town. I go on different relationships and I get crapped on! I… I… Oh god! (cries)
Homer: Guys. I think we should leave Moe alone with his grief.
Homer and the others stand from their bar stools and walk out. Moe looks up.
Moe: HEY! You guys didn't pay for your beer!
They all run.
Moe: Well it looks like it's suicide for me again.
The End