This took several years off my life

"Why is there smoke coming out of your oven, Sigmore?"

No, I said Steamed NAS! Yes, that's what I call brimstone!

I’ll take 7 nothing burgers to go pls

A24 bone chilling spine tingling genre re-definibg shining glistening gem

Chalmers: Well, Seymour, I made it, despite your directions. Skinner: Ah, Superintendent Chalmers, welcome. I hope you're prepared for an unforgettable luncheon! Chalmers: Yeah. [Skinner runs to the kitchen, only to find his roast is burnt and gasps in horror] Skinner: Oh, egads! My roast is ruined! But what if I were to purchase fast food and disguise it as my own cooking? [chuckles] Delightfully devilish, Seymour. [He begins to climb through the window, but Chalmers enters the kitchen. The theme song to an imaginary show called "Skinner and the Superintendent" then plays:] Skinner with his crazy explanations, The superintendent's gonna need his medication, When he hears Skinner's lame exaggerations, There'll be trouble in town tonight! Chalmers: SEEEEEYMOOUUURRR!!! Skinner: Superintendent! I was just...uh---just stretching my calves on the windowsill. Isometric exercise! Care to join me? Chalmers: Why is there smoke coming out of your oven, Seymour? Skinner: Uh... ooh! That isn't smoke, it's steam! Steam from the steamed clams we're having. Mmmm, steamed clams! [Once Chalmers leaves the kitchen, Skinner breathes a sigh of relief, climbs out the window, and runs across the street to Krusty Burger, where he buys hamburgers and french fries to replace his burnt roast. He enters the dining room with the fast food on a silver tray.] Skinner: Superintendent, I hope you're ready for mouthwatering hamburgers. Chalmers: I thought we were having steamed clams. Skinner: Oh no, I said 'steamed hams'. That's what I call hamburgers. Chalmers: You call hamburgers 'steamed hams'? Skinner: Yes! It's a regional dialect. Chalmers: Uh-huh. Eh, what region? Skinner: Uh...upstate New York. Chalmers: Really? Well I'm from Utica and I've never heard anyone use the phrase 'steamed hams'. Skinner: Oh, not in Utica, no. It's an Albany expression. Chalmers: I see. [Chalmers takes a bite out of a burger and chews it a little, while Skinner sips his drink.] Chalmers: You know, these hamburgers are quite similar to the ones they have at Krusty Burger. Skinner: Hohoho, no! Patented Skinner Burgers. Old family recipe! Chalmers: For steamed hams? Skinner: Yes. Chalmers: Yes, and you call them steamed hams, despite the fact they are obviously grilled. Skinner: Y- Uh.. you know, the... One thing I should... excuse me for one second. Chalmers: Of course. [Skinner enters and leaves the kitchen swiftly upon seeing it is now on fire] Skinner: [yawns] Well, that was wonderful. A good time was had by all. I'm pooped. Chalmers: Yes, I should be--good lord, what is happening in there?! Skinner: Aurora Borealis? Chalmers: Ah- Aurora Borealis?! At this time of year, at this time of day, in this part of the country, localized entirely within your kitchen?! Skinner: Yes. Chalmers: ...May I see it? Skinner: ...No. [They exit the house as the kitchen fire grows larger.] Agnes: Seymour! The house is on fire! Skinner: No, mother, it's just the Northern Lights. Chalmers: Well, Seymour, you are an odd fellow, but I must say... you steam a good ham. [As Chalmers begins heading home, Agnes screams for help, causing Chalmers to look back towards the house. Skinner gives him a thumbs up and a fake smile, causing him to keep walking away. Once Chalmers is out of sight, Skinner rushes back into the house to deal with the fire.] Agnes: Help! HELP!!!

NOTHING EVER HAPPENS

The Roast has fallen, billions must go to Krusty Burger

Chudmers: Well, Soymour, I made it, despite your directions. Skinner: Ah, Superintendent Chudmers, welcome. I hope you're prepared for a based luncheon! Chudmers: Yeah. [Skinner runs to the kitchen, only to find his roast is burnt and gasps in horror] Skinner: Oh, egads! My roast is ruined! But what if I were to purchase goyslop and disguise it as my own cooking? [chuckles] Illusion 100, Soymour. [He begins to climb through the window, but Chalmers enters the kitchen. The theme song to an imaginary show called "Skinner and the Superintendent" then plays:] Skinner with his schizo explanations, The superintendent's gonna need his medication, When he hears Skinner's lame exaggerations, There'll be trouble in town tonight! Chudmers: SOOOOOYMOOUUURRR!!! Skinner: Superintendent! I was just...uh---just stretching my calves on the windowsill. Zyzz music kicked in! Care to join me? Chudmers: Why is there smoke coming out of your oven, Seymour? Skinner: Uh... ooh! That isn't smoke, it's sigma energy! Sigma energy radiating from the based clams we're having. Mmmm, based clams! [Once Chudmers leaves the kitchen, Skinner breathes a sigh of relief, climbs out the window, and runs across the street to Krusty Burger, where he buys hamburgers and french fries to replace his burnt roast. He enters the dining room with the fast food on a silver tray.] Skinner: Superintendent, I hope you're ready for mouthwatering goyslop. Chudmers: I thought we were having based clams. Skinner: Oh no, I said 'based hams'. That's what I call goyslop. Chudmers: You call goyslop 'based hams'? Skinner: Yes! It's a regional dialect. Chudmers: Uh-huh. Eh, what region? Skinner: Uh...upstate Ohio. Chudmers: Really? Well I'm from Detroit and I've never heard anyone use the phrase 'based hams'. Skinner: Oh, not in Detroit, no. It's a Florida expression. Chudmers: I see. [Chudmers takes a bite out of a burger and chews it a little, while Skinner sips his drink.] Chudmers: You know, this goyslop is quite similar to the one they have at Krusty Burger. Skinner: Hohoho, no! Patented Skinner goyslop. Old family recipe! Chudmers: For based hams? Skinner: Yes. Chudmers: Yes, and you call it based hams, despite the fact it is obviously cringe. Skinner: Y- Uh.. you know, the... One thing I should... excuse me for one second. Chudmers: Of course. [Skinner enters and leaves the kitchen swiftly upon seeing it is now on fire] Skinner: [yawns] Well, that was wonderful. A based time was had by all. I'm pooped. Chudmers: Yes, I should be--good lord, what is happening in there?! Skinner: Antifa riots? Chudmers: Ah- Antifa riots?! At this time of year, at this time of day, in this part of the country, localized entirely within your kitchen?! Skinner: Yes. Chudmers: ...May I see it? Skinner: ...No. [They exit the house as the kitchen fire grows larger.] Agnes: Seymour! The house is on fire! Skinner: No, mother, it's just peaceful protests. Chudmers: Well, Seymour, you are an odd fellow, but I must say... you steam a good ham. [As Chudmers begins heading home, Agnes screams for help, causing Chudmers to look back towards the house. Skinner gives him a thumbs up and a fake smile, causing him to keep walking away. Once Chudmers is out of sight, Skinner rushes back into the house to deal with the fire.] Agnes: Help! HELP!!!

I'm glad I stayed up to see this.

Bruh

Coal

mr skinsible hoober's gonnahav a heartime geting outer thisuan

The soyperintendent

This is worse than the gen alpha one

Awful

Brimstone