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Did too.
Get out!
What on earth was that?
Probably just the house settling.
Hmmm. This kitchen certainly could use a woman's touch.
Homer! What's this thing in the corner?
I don't know.
It looks like a vortex -- a gateway into another dimension.
Ooh, a vortex.
Hey! Pretty slick!
Quit throwing your garbage into our dimension.
Mom! Dad! Help!
Get... Out!!!
Okay boy, let's see you talk yourself out of this one.
I can feel an evil presence in this house.
Quiet, Lisa. You're scaring your mother.
Children, get your coats. We're leaving this house right now.
Now wait a minute, Marge. It's only natural there would be some things wrong with an old house like this. It's a fixer-upper. What's the problem? we get a bunch of priests in here...
I'm not going to live in a house of evil just to save a few dollars.
Don't be so stubborn! We're not talking about a few dollars! We're talking about a few thousand dollars!
It's got great high ceilings.
Tell you what -- let's sleep on it. Okay?
All right. But if anything happens...
What could happen?
They are all against you, Bart. You must kill them all. They all must die.
Are you my conscience?
I... yes, I am.
Liiii-saaa! Liii-saaa! The butcher knife, Lisa.
They are all against me! They all must die!
Marge! Oh, Marge!
I'm in the kitchen, Homer!
Die! Die! Everybody die!
What's going on out here? Homer! Bart! Lisa! Maggie! Stop it!
Sorry... Sorry Bart. sorry, mom... sorry Maggie... sorry Lisa.
That's okay.
That does it. Children, get dressed. We're leaving.
Aw, come on, Marge. You said you'd sleep on it.
I don't care what I said. This family has had its differences, and we've squabbled, but we never had knife fights before... and I blame this house.
Mom! Dad! Look!
It's an ancient Indian burial ground.
Man, this place has got everything!
An ancient Indian what...?
Mr. Ploot? Homer Simpson here. When you sold me this house you forgot to mention one little thing. You didn't tell me it was built on an Indian burial ground. No you didn't! Well, that's not my recollection... Yeah! Well... all right, goodbye. He says he mentioned it five or six times.
Let's go, children.
Aw, gee, Marge.
Homer...
Not to worry. I'll just turn on the trusty bug zapper.
Do you get HBO?
You will die, you will die slowly. Your stomach will swell, your intestines will writhe and boil, your eyes will burst; and some horrible stuff, possibly your brains, will start coming out through your nose...
Shush! Shut up! Quit trying to push us around. Stop saying those horrible things and show some manners.
Look at me. I've never been so angry. My hands are shaking.
Better than your eyes bursting. Ewww!
Do it again.
Make the walls bleed.
Hey, man. We own you. Let's see some blood.
I don't have to entertain you.
Come on man, do it! Do the blood thing! Come on, do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!
Why are you trying to scare us? Are you trying to keep us from getting close to you... maybe even loving you?
Leave me alone.
Don't talk to her like that.
Hey, listen lady...
Oh, don't call me lady. My name is Marge Simpson, this is my family and we're not going anywhere. We're all going to have to live together, so you better get used to it... please.
Can I have a minute to think about this?
Hmmm. Life with the Simpsons. What choice do I have.
Bitchin'!
It chose to destroy itself rather than live with us. You can't help but feel a little rejected.
That wasn't scary at all, Bart.
Oh, yeah? Well how about... this severed finger!
Eww, baby spit.
Heh... heh... heh.
Well that last story was just a warm-up for this macabre tale, which I call, "Hungry Are The Damned."
Homer, all these flies.
Oooo! That was a big mama. Heh, heh, heh.
That should just about do it. Man alive, there's nothing better than a hamburger grilled to perfection...
Cool man!
The burgers are getting cold, guys. Holy moly.
Greetings Earthlings, I am Kang. Do not be frightened. We mean you no harm.
You... you speak English.
I am actually speaking Rigelian. By an astonishing coincidence, both of our languages are exactly the same.
Well, what are you gonna do with us, man?
Kodos and I are taking you to Rigel Four. A world of infinite delights to tantalize your senses and challenge your intellectual limitations...
Look, I know that to you we Simpsons are a lower order of life. We face that prejudice every day of our lives, but we are happy on our little planet. We throw ourselves on your mercy. Please return us to...
Dinnertime.
Hey! Get a load of that spread.
Here you go, earthlings. Take all you want. Eat all you take.
Well, thank you very much, Mr....?
To pronouce it correctly, I would have to pull out your tongue.
Fried shrimp.
Sloppy Joes!
Smothered pork chops.
Look, Homer! Radish rosettes. These are hard to make. They are a very advanced race.
Come Earthlings, eat. Grow large with food.
There's something not quite right about this.
The girl's right. Let's get some applesauce out here for these pork chops.
What are you lookin' at, buddy?
Your wife is quite a... dish.
Oooh, thanks.
It's our great pleasure to provide you with unlimited entertainment on your intergalactic journey. On this cable system we receive over one million channels from the furthest reaches of the galaxy.
No, that would cost extra.
And over here is our crowning achievement in amusement technology. An electronic version of what you call table tennis. Your primitive paddles have been replaced by an electronic...

Did too.

Get out!

What on earth was that?

Probably just the house settling.

Hmmm. This kitchen certainly could use a woman's touch.

Homer! What's this thing in the corner?

I don't know.

It looks like a vortex -- a gateway into another dimension.

Ooh, a vortex.

Hey! Pretty slick!

Quit throwing your garbage into our dimension.

Mom! Dad! Help!

Get... Out!!!

Okay boy, let's see you talk yourself out of this one.

I can feel an evil presence in this house.

Quiet, Lisa. You're scaring your mother.

Children, get your coats. We're leaving this house right now.

Now wait a minute, Marge. It's only natural there would be some things wrong with an old house like this. It's a fixer-upper. What's the problem? we get a bunch of priests in here...

I'm not going to live in a house of evil just to save a few dollars.

Don't be so stubborn! We're not talking about a few dollars! We're talking about a few thousand dollars!

It's got great high ceilings.

Tell you what -- let's sleep on it. Okay?

All right. But if anything happens...

What could happen?

They are all against you, Bart. You must kill them all. They all must die.

Are you my conscience?

I... yes, I am.

Liiii-saaa! Liii-saaa! The butcher knife, Lisa.

They are all against me! They all must die!

Marge! Oh, Marge!

I'm in the kitchen, Homer!

Die! Die! Everybody die!

What's going on out here? Homer! Bart! Lisa! Maggie! Stop it!

Sorry... Sorry Bart. sorry, mom... sorry Maggie... sorry Lisa.

That's okay.

That does it. Children, get dressed. We're leaving.

Aw, come on, Marge. You said you'd sleep on it.

I don't care what I said. This family has had its differences, and we've squabbled, but we never had knife fights before... and I blame this house.

Mom! Dad! Look!

It's an ancient Indian burial ground.

Man, this place has got everything!

An ancient Indian what...?

Mr. Ploot? Homer Simpson here. When you sold me this house you forgot to mention one little thing. You didn't tell me it was built on an Indian burial ground. No you didn't! Well, that's not my recollection... Yeah! Well... all right, goodbye. He says he mentioned it five or six times.

Let's go, children.

Aw, gee, Marge.

Homer...

Not to worry. I'll just turn on the trusty bug zapper.

Do you get HBO?

You will die, you will die slowly. Your stomach will swell, your intestines will writhe and boil, your eyes will burst; and some horrible stuff, possibly your brains, will start coming out through your nose...

Shush! Shut up! Quit trying to push us around. Stop saying those horrible things and show some manners.

Look at me. I've never been so angry. My hands are shaking.

Better than your eyes bursting. Ewww!

Do it again.

Make the walls bleed.

Hey, man. We own you. Let's see some blood.

I don't have to entertain you.

Come on man, do it! Do the blood thing! Come on, do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it!

Why are you trying to scare us? Are you trying to keep us from getting close to you... maybe even loving you?

Leave me alone.

Don't talk to her like that.

Hey, listen lady...

Oh, don't call me lady. My name is Marge Simpson, this is my family and we're not going anywhere. We're all going to have to live together, so you better get used to it... please.

Can I have a minute to think about this?

Hmmm. Life with the Simpsons. What choice do I have.

Bitchin'!

It chose to destroy itself rather than live with us. You can't help but feel a little rejected.

That wasn't scary at all, Bart.

Oh, yeah? Well how about... this severed finger!

Eww, baby spit.

Heh... heh... heh.

Well that last story was just a warm-up for this macabre tale, which I call, "Hungry Are The Damned."

Homer, all these flies.

Oooo! That was a big mama. Heh, heh, heh.

That should just about do it. Man alive, there's nothing better than a hamburger grilled to perfection...

Cool man!

The burgers are getting cold, guys. Holy moly.

Greetings Earthlings, I am Kang. Do not be frightened. We mean you no harm.

You... you speak English.

I am actually speaking Rigelian. By an astonishing coincidence, both of our languages are exactly the same.

Well, what are you gonna do with us, man?

Kodos and I are taking you to Rigel Four. A world of infinite delights to tantalize your senses and challenge your intellectual limitations...

Look, I know that to you we Simpsons are a lower order of life. We face that prejudice every day of our lives, but we are happy on our little planet. We throw ourselves on your mercy. Please return us to...

Dinnertime.

Hey! Get a load of that spread.

Here you go, earthlings. Take all you want. Eat all you take.

Well, thank you very much, Mr....?

To pronouce it correctly, I would have to pull out your tongue.

Fried shrimp.

Sloppy Joes!

Smothered pork chops.

Look, Homer! Radish rosettes. These are hard to make. They are a very advanced race.

Come Earthlings, eat. Grow large with food.

There's something not quite right about this.

The girl's right. Let's get some applesauce out here for these pork chops.

What are you lookin' at, buddy?

Your wife is quite a... dish.

Oooh, thanks.

It's our great pleasure to provide you with unlimited entertainment on your intergalactic journey. On this cable system we receive over one million channels from the furthest reaches of the galaxy.

No, that would cost extra.

And over here is our crowning achievement in amusement technology. An electronic version of what you call table tennis. Your primitive paddles have been replaced by an electronic...