Well Seymour, I made it, despite your directions.
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Ah, Superintendant Chalmers, welcome! I hope you're prepared for an U N F O R G E T T A B L E luncheon! (and so it begins)
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Egads! The roast is ruined! But what if...
... I were to purchase fast food and disguise it as my own cooking. Hohoho! Delightfully devilish, Seymour.
Ah- ♪Skinner with his crazy explanations♪
"SEEEYMOOOUR!!"
Superintendent! I was just, uh... stretching my calves on the windowsill! Isometric exercise, care to join me?
Why is there smoke coming out of your oven Seymour?





