Homer: {Listen carefully and my words will shape images as clear as
any TV show.} It was a tumultuous time for our nation: the
clear beverage craze gave us all a reason to live. The
information superhighway showed the average person what some
nerd thinks about Star Trek. And the domestication of the
dog continued unabated.
[flash to Homer at work]
I was at my work station when suddenly --
[a voice comes over the PA]
Terrorist: Attention American workers: your plant has been taken over by
an all-star team of freelance terrorists.
[the lights go off; the emergency lighting comes on]
Homer: Not on _my_ shift! [jumps into an overhead vent]
[in Burns' office, terrorists prepare to kill bound and
gagged Lenny, Burns, and Carl]
[Homer arrives through a vent and karate chops them all]
Homer: Simpson ten, terrorists eight.
[the gagged captives laugh despite themselves]
Marge: Homer, tell the story right!
Homer: Oh, OK.
-- Hyperbolic Homer, "And Maggie Makes Three"
