‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎~ 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙳𝚘 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙼𝚎 ~‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀→⠀⠀ 𝟸𝟻 ○ 𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚎𝚛 ○ 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀→⠀⠀ 𝙸𝚝 𝙳𝚘 𝙱𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀→⠀⠀ 𝙾𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚎𝚗? 𝚈𝚎𝚜 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎!
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀→⠀⠀ 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚜𝚝
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀→⠀⠀ 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀→⠀⠀ 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚗

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❤⠀⠀ 𝖧𝗈𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝖫𝗈𝗂𝗌, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖤𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖫𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖯𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⋘⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ａｄｄｉｎｇ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⋙

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀→⠀⠀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀→⠀⠀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ᴘʀᴏғɪʟᴇ
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀→⠀⠀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❤⠀⠀ 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 《 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ｅｘｔｒａｓ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 》

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❤⠀⠀ 𝖲𝖮𝖭𝖦 𝖮𝖥 𝖢𝖧𝖮𝖨𝖢𝖤
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❤⠀⠀ 𝑰 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❤⠀⠀ 𝙼𝚈𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙺
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Elsewhere in Springfield, Superintendent Chalmers walks up to the
door of a neatly-kept house. Principal Skinner greets him there.
Chalmers just grunts as the two men go inside. Skinner heads for
the kitchen, where he notices smoke billowing out from the stove.
The worst has happened -- the roast he has prepared is burnt.
Skinner, however, has an ace up his sleeve. He plans to purchase
fast food from the Krusty Burger across the street and pass it as his
own cooking. Skinner starts to climb out the window when Chalmers
suddenly comes into the kitchen.

Chalmers: Seymour!
Skinner: Superintendent; I was just, uh, just stretching my calves on
the windowsill. Isometric exercise. Care to join me?
Chalmers: Why is there smoke coming out of your oven, Seymour?
Skinner: Uh, oh, that isn't smoke, it's steam. Steam from the steamed
clams we're having. [rubs stomach] Mmm -- steamed clams.


Either Chalmers is satisfied with this explanation, or decides not
to pursue the matter further. In any case, he goes back to the
dining room. Skinner jumps out the window and runs over to the
Krusty Burger after Chalmers leaves.

A few minutes later, Skinner makes an entrance the dining room
carrying a big platter of Krusty Burgers.

Skinner: Superintendent, I hope you're ready for mouth-watering
hamburgers.
Chalmers: I thought we were having steamed clams.
Skinner: Oh, no, I said, "steamed hams." That's what I call
hamburgers.
Chalmers: You call hamburgers steamed hams.
Skinner: Yes, it's a regional dialect.
Chalmers: Uh-huh. What region?
Skinner: Uh, upstate New York.
Chalmers: Really. Well, I'm from Utica and I never heard anyone use
the phrase, "steamed hams."
Skinner: Oh, not in Utica, no; it's an Albany expression.
Chalmers: I see.


Chalmers suspends his disbelief long enough to enjoy some of
Skinner's steamed hams.

Chalmers: You know, these hamburgers are quite similar to the ones the
have at Krusty Burger.
Skinner: [laughs] Oh, no, patented Skinner Burgers. Old family
recipe.
Chalmers: For steamed hams.
Skinner: Yes.
Chalmers: Yes, and you call them steamed hams despite the fact that
they are obviously grilled. [shows Skinner the grill marks]
Skinner: Uh ... you know ... one thing I sh-- ... 'scuse me for one
second.
Chalmers: Of course.

Skinner retires to the kitchen for a second. When he walks back
into the dining room, we can see that the entire kitchen is in
flames.

Skinner: [faking a yawn] Well, that was wonderful. Good time was had
by all. I'm pooped.
Chalmers: Yes, I guess I should be --
[notes entire kitchen is on fire]
Good Lord, what is happening in there?
Skinner: Aurora Borealis?
Chalmers: Aurora Borealis? At this time of year? A this time of day?
In this part of the country? Localized entirely within your
kitchen?
Skinner: Yes.
Chalmers: May I see it?
Skinner: Oh, erm... No.

Skinner escorts Chalmers back outside.

Agnes: [offscreen] Seymour! The house is on fire!
Skinner: No, mother. It's just the Northern Lights.
Chalmers: Well, Seymour, you are an odd fellow, but I must say you
steam a good ham.
[Chalmers walks off. He looks back at Skinner, who flashes
him the "thumbs-up" sign]
Agnes: Help! Help!