What’s the point of going out? We’re just going to wind up back here anyway. I’m going to the back seat of my car, with the woman I love, and I won’t be back for ten minutes! And now, in the spirit of the season: start shopping. And for every dollar of Krusty merchandise you buy, I will be nice to a sick kid. For legal purposes, sick kids may include hookers with a cold. The Internet King? I wonder if he could provide faster nudity… Yes! I am a citizen! Now which way to the welfare office? I’m kidding, I’m kidding. I work, I work.