Homer: *pants stuck to a moving tow truck's hook* Let me down you *turns corner* WHEEEE! You son of a *turns corner* WHEEEE! Let me down! *turns corner* WHEEE!
House while wearing a makeshift bandana with torches infront of him as the job applicants walk in: Welcome to the tribal council. *girl walks in* You're late. You have been fired. *puts on torch out*