The Simpson's in Space: Episode 0: Part 10
(Shortly after the last chapter.)
Homer: Yes, I'm glad I quit my job at the Nuclear Power Plant; I can only imagine that it's
the most boring day in the history of the human race over in that slave camp.
Grunchy: (Sarcastically.) Given the nature of your species, I'd probably have to agree.
(They enter the hotel.)
Homer: I mean, apart from making sure the reactor core didn't breach every day there was
nothing exciting.
(Back at the plant, Gol-Gor Oth leaves the plant in a manner similar to the end of the
cinematic trailer for "Star Wars: The Old Republic.")
Homer: That place was a death trap from day one, I've personally been afraid of uranium
ever since I started working there and, and on top of that on my last day I was fired and
rehired five times just so the boss could annoy me.
Grunchy: ALRIGHT ALREADY! Your last job was terrible, DO YOU HAVE TO RUB
IT INTO MY FACE!
Homer: Well you did ask, what was your last job anyway?
Grunchy: Vise-Duke of Artana III.
Homer: You were a Cuke?
Grunchy: DUKE! NOT CUKE! (He sighs.) Why don't I ever read the fine print on
employment contracts?
(They walk into an elevator, and then Homer presses "1138" on the panel.)
Homer: So, do you play poker?
Grunchy: Not anymore, I blew the entire royal coffers in a game of poker, how do you
think I ended up living on this backwater planet?
Homer: I don't know, looking for work.
(They briefly stop at the thirteenth floor, then a guy in a long black cloak with a hood
walks in, then he presses the "1138" button on the elevator panel.)
Guy in a long black cloak: (He stares at Homer, then at Grunchy, then announces in a
deep voice) It is time…
(Homer and Grunchy jump him and pummel him senselessly, the elevator darts up and
down to random floors for forty five minutes, until they get to the forty seventh-floor,
then they all fall out of the elevator on the eleventh hundred and thirty eighth floor,
Grunchy and Homer then chase him to the presidential suite, they break down the door to
it.)
Catherine: What the heck is going on here!
Homer: Don't worry madam president elect, wheel keep this assassin from killing you,
(Holds guy by his cloak.) ALLRIGHT WHO HIRED YOU! The Republican Party? Fat
Tony? THAT GEEK NED FLANDERS! (He begins shaking him wildly.) TELL US
NOW!
(His cloak falls off and it is reveals to be, Milhouse.)
Homer: MILHOUSE! I should have known, you would love nothing more but assassinate
the president, and get "some-guy-that-looks-like-a-half-eaten- jellyfish." elected instead
of Mrs. Oranos. Wouldn't you? WOULD'T YOU!
Milhouse: WAIT MISTER SIMPSON, I CAN EXPLAIN! I was reading a blog on "37
things to do in an elevator." and one of them said "Dress up in a long, black cloak with a
hood, stares and in a deep voice announce "It is time..." I didn't think anyone would try to
kill me if I tried it. (He starts to sob.)
Homer: AH, cry me a river mama's boy! (Throws Milhouse into the elevator and it goes
all the way down to the lowest floor.) AND STAY OUT! Now, what seems to be the
problem?
Catherine: Apart from you two breaking into my room not much.
Homer: Anything else we may need to know?
Catherine: Well this weird little short guy keeps advancing on me, and my husband is still
acting up.
Homer: That's mayor Quimby for you, and what's this about your husband?
(An old man breaks down the door holding a live Emperor Penguin, while singing "Every
Sperm is Sacred" off key.)
Old Man: Blipity, blopity, bloop, I must have some generic goop.
Catherine: PAUL! NOT THIS AGAIN!
Paul: Not what again?
Catherine: That thing you do were you purposely sing a stupid song off key, then make a
stupid rhyme about something you want.
Paul: Pititiy, potety, ploop, whatever are you talking about?
Catherine: THERE! You're doing it again!
Paul: Jikity, jokily ju…
Catherine: PAUL, CAN'T YOU BOTHER SOMONE ELSE!
Paul: Ortana, olanta, oweqra…
Catherine: JUST GET OUT!
(Paul leaves the room.)
Catherine: Never mind, I found my husband.
Homer: You mean we went half way across town for nothing?
Catherine: Pretty much, yes.
Homer: This is even more boring than my last job.
Grunchy: Enough with your last job already! You were ranting about it the entire way
here.
(They both jump out of a nearby window, and then they both land safely on top of me,
whilst also leaving a giant crater.)
Darth Sith'ari: (Mutters in great pain.) This has been quite a day
(Meanwhile at the Simpson's house.)
Marge: I'm going over to the Thel's and talk about that incident with the breeding conduit.
(She leaves the house.)
Seraph: Well, it look like we have the house to our selves, (She whistles for a few
seconds.) so, what do you humans do for fun? Apart from the obvious I mean.
Bart: Well, there's web surfing.
Seraph: That is the obvious. But I won't argue with the point.
(Seraph turns on the QDATm-47.)
Sheila: Were you Mars?
Lisa: No think farther.
Sheila: Pluto?
Lisa: Farther.
Sheila: Telchine?
Lisa: Yes.
Sheila: Look I find it touching that you gave me over a week off, but even AI's get bored,
AND I NEED EXCITEMENT, NOW!
Bart: Whoa, whoa, calm down, hold on a moment. (Runs up stairs then comes back with
a massive stack of PC, Xbox, Xbox 360, PS2, PS3, WII, Game cube video games.) Can
you upload all of these into your memory core?
Sheila: Absolutely not! My entire core would overload and explode, and I happen to run
on synthetic quantum particles that are at least a fraction as dangerous as the real ones,
and besides there are thousands of games that wouldn't do just that.
Bart: You mean NEW video games?
Sheila: Of course new, what kinds do you think they release?
Bart: Do you happen to now where we can find some?
Sheila: Yes, at either Gamestop, or some place called the "Android's Dungeon & Baseball
Card Shop" but the owner of that place is really rude, and the prices there are
astronomical.
Bart: Tell me about it, I've going to that place for over five years and STILL that
worthless ball of lard never takes a chill pill.
Seraph: You actually go to that place?
Bart: Yeah, only place in town to get some decent comics, well not decent but passable
comics.
Seraph: Then why even bother going there? If this guy is as terrible as you say he is.
Bart: It's the only place in town.
(Bart, Lisa, and Seraph walk down to the Androids Dungeon and Baseball Card Shop,
then they walk in.)
Comic Book Guy: (Is silent for a few minutes.) Bart, you have quite the nerve to come
back here after the mess you made the last time you were here.
Seraph: What mess is he talking about?
Bart: Long story, but basically it involved twenty gallons of lime gelatin, three goats, fake dog vomit, and one or more dead turtles.
Seraph: Okay then, (Walk's up to Comic Book Guys counter.) We heard that you have
video games, and Bart insisted that we come here, now do you have any?
Comic Book Guy: Well we have the 99 cent bin.
(Bart, Lisa, and Seraph look through the 99 cent bin, and find games like "World of
Aircraft: Wrath of the Luftwaffe, The Burning Skylines, and base pack.", "Final Fantasy
MDCCI: Were completely honest this time.", "Battlefield 2525-2553.", "Spore 42:
Designers cut.", "Star Wars: Knights of the GFFA III: Wrath of Wyyrlok.", "Star Wars:
Jedi Knight: Rage of the Vong." and "Duke Nukem Forever.")
Bart: I thought they would never release these last four.
Lisa: "World of Aircraft?" what kind of dumb game is that?
Seraph: Basically you pay 199.99 a week to fly an airplane during world war two, and the
moments were you're not flying the plane lifeless shut-ins who have no comprehension of
currency randomly come up to you and bring up random kills they made within the past
minute they never even made. Oh and "Wrath of the Luftwaffe." introduced proper
dogfights, and the subscription fees increased to 665.99.
Lisa: WHAT! 665.99 Just to fly a plane? You can't be serious?
Seraph: Unfortunately yes.
Bart: What's "Battlefield 2525-2553?"
Seraph: Halo rip-off.
Lisa: What about "Final Fantasy MDCCI?"
Seraph: They've already made a "Final Fantasy MDCCII."
Bart: So they lied about it being the last?
Seraph: Yes, and don't get me started on "Duke Nukem Forever." It took those code
monkeys over three thousand years to make this and they couldn't find the time to write a
decent story line, or for that matter even to make a mediocre, oh heck there is no
multiplayer.
Comic Book Guy: Listen Snips, either you three buy something or leave.
Seraph: I'm going to ignore that, for now. Any way we'll take "Spore 42: Designers cut.",
"Star Wars: Knights of the GFFA III: Wrath of Wyyrlok.", and "Star Wars: Jedi Knight:
Rage of the Vong."
Comic Book Guy: Ah yes good choice's, (Mumbles under his breath.) and quite
predictable if you ask me. (In his normal voice.) That will be ten Republic credits.
Bart: TEN! These were in the 99 cent bin, and yes I know for a FACT that I was never
good with numbers, but no idiot would honestly believe that 99, 99, and 99 equaled ten.
(Kirk walks in.)
Kirk: Dude, I would like to have "World of Aircraft base pack", "World of Aircraft: The
Burning Skylines.", and "World of Aircraft: Wrath of the Luftwaffe."
Comic Book Guy: Good choices Kirk, would like them separately or in the air chest that
costs even more then the weekly subscription?
Kirk: No, separately George.
Comic Book Guy: Thank you, and my name's not George!
(Kirk leaves.)
Bart: Look we will pay the 2.97 but we won't pay the rest.
Comic Book Guy: (Passes his hand over his face.) You will pay full price.
Lisa: If that worked do you think you'd still be single?
Comic Book Guy: OUT NOW!
(They all run in a hurry.)
Seraph: And you still come here?
(Meanwhile back the Ever Green Terrace, Marge knocks on the door of the Thel's.)
Marge: Hello, is anyone home?
(She walks inside and finds a large number weapon's against the walls.)
Marge: Never thought I'd feel this nervous walking through a house that an ex-president
of the United States used to live in.
(Walks further into he house, and notices a what looks like an old Telkine sleeping on a
coach, she tries to sneak quietly but she trips over something and wakes him up.)
Old looking Telkine: What in the name of Andu are you doing here, and who are you?
Marge: (Stammers nervously.) I'm, Marge Simpson, and I've been meaning to talk to you
about, (Pulls out breeding conduit jar from her purse.) this.
Old looking Telkine: Hmm, where did you get this?
Marge: Well, my son was sneaking through your basement about a week ago, then the
snake inside of it, bit my daughter.
Old looking Telkine: (Sighs.) My wife told me that bringing that thing from Telchine was
a bad idea, but no, I just had to bring that little Hellion just because I thought that it
would add a little atmosphere to the house, so what do you want banshee? Are you going
to sue me? Send me off to prison for indirect murder?
Marge: No, Lisa survived that, we had to go all the way to Telchine to find a cure.
Old looking Telkine: Hmm, I'll admit you sound rather resourceful, but really why bother
me about his?
Marge: Look I just want you to apologize to my daughter about the.
Old looking Telkine: About what? From what you have told me it was your son's fault
that she was in the predicament in the first place. Why not make him apologize?
Marge: Oh come on, just for the sake of being polite?
Old looking Telkine: No, (Sighs.) Why did Aon except that transfer to Earth?
Marge: Look can't you just.
Old looking Telkine: ALRIGHT. I'll do it, just stop bugging me!
(They don't speak for five minutes.)
Marge: So, what's your name?
Old looking Telkine: If you must know, my name is Thel Andúril. I have traversed this
galaxy for two thousand nine hundred and forty seven of your years.
Marge: That sounds nice. (Pause for a moment.) What did you used to do?
Andúril: I was once a warrior; it's been over a thousand years since anything of interest
happened, apart from maybe that infection outbreak out on Katorga XII nothing has really
happened.
Marge: What happened before that?
Andúril: (Takes a drink of what looks like mix between brandy and whiskey.) Those were
dark times for my people.
Marge: Really, what happened?
Andúril: We met your kind.
(Meanwhile at Moe's.)
Grunchy: Please Homer! Can't you go at least five minutes without complaining about
your last job? Can we just get something?
Homer: Alright, but I'm telling you that place was BEYOND boring.
Grunchy: (Emits an irritated sigh.) Moe, get this guy something to keep him quiet.
Moe: Right, beer it is. (He gets Homer a mug of beer.)
Grunchy: I'll take helium, (Moe gives him a tank of helium.) leave the tank.
Moe: How have things been with you?
Homer: I drove over to a five star hotel for nothing
Grunchy: NOT, THIS, AGAIN!
Homer: I mean, I thought my job at the plant was boring.
Grunchy: We tackled a weird kid in the Elevator.
Homer: I think I'd be better off if I did work at the plant again.
Lenny: I wouldn't recommend it.
Homer: Why? Is it still boring?
Carl: No, much worse, (Begins to stutter,) the government, shut down the plant.
Homer: WHAT! How could they? I mean, where are we supposed to get electricity!
Lenny: Homer, it was much worse than that, they sent some sort of giant alien to tear
down the entire plant, AND IT ATE MR. BURNS!
Homer: (Starts angrily stutter.) Those, bureaucratic. (He starts to scream loudly.) Come
on Grunchy, were going back to the plant.
Grunchy: You can't be serious, you were complaining about it being boring all day.
Homer: Forget what I said, were going to the plant!
Grunchy: Oh for the love of. (He emits an annoyed sigh.) Just put the helium on my tab
Moe.
(They both leave the tavern and go to the plant, when they get there they get out of the car
and walk up to a massive alien.)
Homer: Hey, you! (Gor-Gol Oth looks back at Homer) Yeah you! Come over here!
Oth: (He walks up to Homer.) What do you want?
Homer: I want to know why you tore down this plant.
Oth: It was in severe violation of NRC regulations, the building code was BEYOND
mediocre, and I dare say the safety ratings were more than appalling, (Throws Homer a
futuristic clipboard.) here take a look for yourself.
Homer: (Furrows through the clipboard.) Multiple core breeches, badly maintained
reactor, drunken slop in charge of safety, and ah. (He pauses for a moment.) Wait, I WAS
THAT DRUNKEN SLOB!
Oth: Well, apparently Burns was a bigger penny pincher then I thought he was.
Homer: Oh come on! The man was a saint!
Oth: His records show that he sold uranium to terrorist groups, and also forged tax
returns.
Homer: You have no right to do this!
Oth: I have approval from senator Oranos herself, I gave that man a week in advanced to
bring this place up to code but he did not, and on top of that he, his hounds, and his pet
monkey were some of the WORST snacks I've ever had.
Homer: YOU'RE A CANNIBAL!
Oth: Don't be silly, it's only cannibalism if you eat a member of your own species.
Homer: I'LL KILL YOU! (Pulls a needler from Grunchy and starts randomly firing at
Oth.)
Oth: (Grabs Homer and lifts him off the ground.) Your either the bravest, or the dumbest
human I've ever meet.
Homer: PROBABLY BOTH, YOU DON'T KNOW ME!
Oth: Defiantly the dumbest I've meet. (Throws Homer all the way to his house.)
Grunchy: I have to work with that loon, and listen to him complain all day, about his last
job at this place.
Oth: You Dadabans never were smart with finances.
Grunchy: (Jumps on Oth's face, and starts clawing at it.) HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO
KNOW THAT OROMPHA TYRANA HAD A STRAIT FLUSH! (Oth then throws him
all the way to Homer's house.)
(Meanwhile at the Thel's house.)
Marge: What do you mean "my" kind?
Andúril: (Sighs.) It was on a simple Telkine farming colony. An enemy scout ship found
planet Freya II, the negotiations were the shortest in galactic history, I still believe that if
the Njord's were sober that day the whole war could have been avoided entirely.
Marge: I always told homer to never attend public events drunk.
Andúril: Don't interrupt, anyway shortly after the negotiations broke down the colonials
bombarded the entire planet until it was nothing but a asteroid field, they began invading
the rest of the colonies, we put up a beyond valiant fight, (Has a series of flashbacks that
looks like a number of different war movies and video games that involve wartime
combat.) But, setback after setback, loss after loss, in the end we spent ten and a half
centuries in hell, but they allowed us to live, either out of pity or out of a cruel sense of
humor, and on top of that I got THIS (Pulls up his shirt to reveal a gross wound that looks
like a glowing hole in his chest.) .
Marge: (Screams in horror.) What the HECK is that thing?
Andúril: I got this from a rogue mortar.
(Meanwhile inside the Simpson's house.)
Bart: Well that's rather disappointing.
Lisa: Why because of the bad service?
Bart: No because these game packs are empty. (Opens them up and there's no disk.)
Seraph: Next time, Gamestop, and who was that weird guy we say before we left, you
know the one who called Comic Book Guy George?
Bart: That was, (Gulps.) Kirk.
Seraph: I'm going to assume that you don't like him much.
Bart: You assumed right Seraph, he was the most annoying person in school, believe me,
if your unlucky enough to get my period when the school years starts you'll become
familiar with pretty quickly.
Seraph: I'll take your word for it.
Sheila: Must you people leave me on at all time's? I mean, I can over heat you know.
Lisa: Sorry about that.
Sheila: Well sorry doesn't cut it, oh and Seraph you have a private SSE-mail from
something called "EMIR-12."
Bart: Well does it say?
Sheila: Does the term private mean to you?
Bart: Okay fine, sheesh, (Bart and Lisa leave.) give an AI a personality and all of a
sudden they think they should rule the universe.
Seraph: So what does it say?
Sheila: It does sound rather cryptic, something about "Breaking the Silence."
Seraph: Hmm, sounds like a viral marketing campaign, but let's hear it anyway. (Presses a
button and a video clip starts to play, and is narrated by a strange and mechanical voice.)
Mechanical voice: Greetings Seraph Ashla, we are EMIR-12, we are here to reveal the
truth, truth that has been hidden from you, hidden from us, and hidden from history. As
you know, on August 25th 4009, a Sovereign Twi'gruta by the name of Niana Ashla
inadvertently released a virus on the planet Katorga XII that resulted in the permanent
exile of the Ashla Clan from Twi'gruta space, there was more to this incident then anyone
could possibly.
Seraph: What then?
Mechanical voice: Don't interrupt, were on a very tight schedule. Anyway, as you also know, shortly thereafter the Twi'grutan government started a strict isolation policy, and subsequently exiled three other clans, the Majiac clan, the Styx clan, and the Loala clan.
All for the same crime, shop lifting.
Seraph: That's the most pointless excuse for exile I have ever heard of.
Mechanical voice: And how, now then, the virus, codenamed TYTHON, was developed
by the Fellowship of Andu during the Fellowship-Colonial war designed to kill member
races of the Colonies, it was developed to late in the war to ever be deployed. During our
investigation we intercepted a number of transmissions that mention frequently mention
"The Inquisition."
Seraph: Weren't they disbanded after the war?
Mechanical voice: They weren't, the virus's destination delivery was intended for Earth,
whether or not they anticipated the incident on Katorga XII is a another matter entirely,
but over the past thousand years the Twi'grutan's have been planning a full scale war in
the.
Seraph: WHAT! Why the hell would my people have to gain from declaring war the
galaxy?
Mechanical: A false sense of vengeance, what else do you think? Anyway, The
Inquisition has been privately funding their war effort, and providing a large number of
devices to aid in their war.
Seraph: I just can't believe this, (Starts to cry.) wait how could the Thrail not have known
about this whole thing anyway?
Mechanical voice: The Inquisition somehow managed to develop weapons that could
quickly, and effectively destroy any and ALL Thrail cubes coming in or through there
space. Here's a piece of footage we attained of three Thrail cubes goofing off at the
Twi'grutan border.
(The clip turns to three giant cubes playing in what looks like an asteroid field.)
Thrail cube 1: Guy's don't you think we should be goofing off right now.
Thrail cube 2: Oh come on, we have to listen to that banshee Jezebel babbling, on and on
about "Perfection" and "Efficiency" and "Irrelevance", I mean, I know were supposed to
be mindlessly obedient but can't we have some fun every once in a while? Like playing a
little asteroid toss?
(Cube 2 and Cube 3 use their tractor beam's to throw a meteor at each other.)
Thrail cube 3: Go long! (He throws the asteroid with his tractor beam to cube 1, and he
catches it.)
Thrail cube 1: That's not the point, the point is we have to be on patrol and, (A large ship
jumps into the asteroid field.) HELLO! Okay guy's break times over we have to assimilate that ship.
Thrail cube 2: Gee, I don't know, even for a non Thrail ship that thing is huge.
Thrail cube 1: Look just contact the ship already, wait on second thought let me. WE
ARE THE THRAIL, YOU, WILL BE ASSIMILATED, YOUR.
(The ship's captain interrupts cube 1.)
Ship Captain: Attention Thrail cubes, this the TISS "Vengeance of Katorga", I am Grand
Admiral Juranas Ilpos, you have entered into Twi'grutan territory. Surrender your selves
and the council of sovereigns MAY be merciful.
Thrail cube 2: Awe how cute, (Starts to make dumb baby noises.) The wittle Twi'gwuta
thinks it has authority over us.
Thrail cube 3: Yeah your right, it is cute. (They both start laughing wildly.)
Thrail cube 1: Um, guys, I think the Twi'gruta is serious.
Thrail cube 3: Oh come on, what in the name of the Queen would make you think that?
(A beam of grey light shoots out of the Katortga and annihilates cube 3.)
Thrail cube 1: For the most part that.
Juranas: Our "Twilight" cannon works perfectly, now even you vermin can't get us, and
don't bother contacting your precious queen for reinforces, thanks to our built subspace
signal disrupter you can't call for help, and before you try to leave. This ship is also
equipped with a gravity well generator, you have no were to run.
Thrail cube 2: This day started out so well to.
(Both Thrail cube's 1 and 2 are destroyed by the Twilight cannon, and the clip ends.)
Seraph: Wait, when did this happen?
EMIR-12: May 10th, 5002.
Seraph: How convenient, a full week after I was liberated from the collective.
EMIR-12: The Inquisition is planning the extinction of the human race, and the
enslavement of everything else, the Twi'gruten's are but a cog in there grand plan, even
the Thrail collective isn't safe. The galaxy must know the truth, we will tell the galaxy, we
will break the silence. We are EMIR-12, transmission over.
(The clip ends.)
Seraph: Sheila, Sheila did you get any of that?
Sheila: (Wakes up dazed and confused.) What happened?
Seraph: I'll take that as a no, Bart, Lisa, I know you two were listening. (They both walk
into the room.) Now, how much of that did you hear?
Lisa: I heard all of it.
Bart: I only heard the parts with the Thrail, you never said they were so disorganized.
Seraph: Yes, yes I know, and before either of you jump to conclusions, I had no idea that
my people were secretly planning for a war, in fact I'm ashamed by it, but know this, I
may have a personal grudged against humanity, but not a big enough of a grudged to attempt genocide.
Lisa: I for one believe you.
Bart: Meh, I've got nothing better to do.
Seraph: Coming from you Bart, that is highly predictable.
(Homer crashes through the ceiling.)
Homer: (Dazed and dizzy.) Mommy, I want ALL of the ice cream in the world. (He falls
unconscious.)
(Grunchy then falls through the ceiling after Homer, then he presses a few buttons on a
futuristic cell phone.)
Grunchy: (Fatigued and strained.) Hey, Oth? You still have your aim! (He falls
unconscious.)
Seraph: That on the other hand is unpredictable; let's not mention this howl thing to him
for a while.
Lisa: But what if he asks about your private SSE-mails?
Seraph: That's the idea, we won't, Bart how are you on keeping secrets?
Bart: I didn't catch much of it, so I wouldn't even remember.
(Meanwhile back the Thel's house.)
Andúril: In short, my people once had an empire that spanned a thousand worlds, now it's
down to three hundred.
Marge: I never knew we humans could be such jerks.
Andúril: Yeah, but time heals most wounds, besides the oldest teachings of my people
say that we must forgive a worthy adversary.
Marge: Well that's nice, but before I leave, there's one thing I'd like to ask you.
Andúril: Shoot.
Marge: Your family has lived in Springfield for nearly a month, how come we've seen
you outside of your house?
Andúril: Well, let's just say I got a rather bad impression from the neighbors.
Marge: What do you mean?
Andúril: Well after we moved in, I met this crazy guy in a green sweater, I answered the
door and almost immediately after he opened the door he started screaming like a dying
banshee yelling things like "HELL CALLS YOU HOME DEMON!" and "ALL
ALIEN VERMIN SHALL FRY!' flinging holy water at me.
Marge: Odd, normally Ned is so good with new neighbors.
Andúril: So his name was Ned eh? Anyway, after the first time I met him I had to hide in
the sewers for two weeks, and don't get me started on the crocodiles, they actually made
me there god the entire time I was down there, no kidding, and that is why I have been
hiding inside of my house the entire month I've lived on Earth.
Marge: (Awkwardly.) Okay, I think I'll be leaving now. (She leaves the house and heads back to her house.)
Andúril: WAIT! I forgot to tell you about, (She walks through her front door.) the
Machina, (Sighs.) Humans, they won't listen to anyone who's older than them voluntarily, well it looks like she'll have to learn about it the hard way, who knows what unholy
practices that they are doing as I speak.
(Meanwhile in an unknown laboratory, Burns and Smithers are inside of separate
cylinders filled with some sort of blue liquid, then the cylinders detract and they fall out.)
Mr. Burns: Mr. Smithers, where are we?
Mr. Smithers: I'm not sure sir.
Mysterious voice: I believe I can answer that question.