-Get to the point, said Bart.
Waylon took a deep breath before blurting out the whole truth about why he was there.
-Homer, I would like you and your family to make pornographic videos.
Marge’s voice covered the rest: WHAT?!
-I understand your concern Mrs. Simpson, and…
-And nothing! I want you out of my house, NOW!
-Please, if you would just let me explain.
-Homer, show him the door. She didn’t shout anymore, but her voice was ice cold. Homer had rarely seen her so angry and he knew the best was to obey, for the time being at least.
-This way Mr. Smithers.
Homer followed Smithers to his car.
-Well, I’ve got your wife’s answer, but what did you thing, Homer?
-I don’t know… how much does it pay?
-5000 dollars for your first movie, if it’s what I’m interested in.
-5000?! That’s a lot of money!
-And easy money too… Look, I see your wife in the window looking at me and quite frankly, I’m scared of her. Here’s my card, call me on my beeper anytime, day or night.
Smithers slipped a card to Homer before taking off in his red convertible. Homer hummed while looking at the card, reading: Waylon Smithers, CIO of Snurb Corporation.
That night, when everyone was sleeping, Marge went down to the kitchen for a glass of water. She couldn’t sleep due to her thinking so much. She heard hernagging voice repeatedly saying “No”, to a...