Disclaimer: I don't own The Simpsons. Stupid copyright laws.
In a remote corner of the universe stood a planet called Earth by its inhabitants. Only a few thousand light years away, a planet which the people of Earth called Somnabulis rotated about a dwarf star. They had constructed a space station to orbit the planet and take scientific measurements, but the station and its instruments were becoming obsolete. NASA finally decided to decommission the station, but not before engaging in an experiment that would serve the space program's public image more than its research. They chose an American family at random, and shot them across the vastness of space to set up residence in the station, which they quickly christened…
"Dalua," Lisa suggested. "He was a trickster god in Celtic mythology."
"That's a dumb name, Lis," said Bart.
Lisa shrugged. "Everything else in space is named after a god."
"Oh, yeah?" said Bart. "Why don't we just call it God then?"
Bart's idea stuck. Two weeks, three reactor meltdowns, and eight packages of dehydrated meals later, the Simpsons family had begrudgingly adjusted to life on Space Station God.
Then it started to happen…
TBC