Homer: Yeah, i we meet again, and that lousy Milos had to put the results show after dinner again, what am I going to do when I get hungry, not fair....oooh, I hope my stomach will be treated better than a week ago.
Chiara: Shut up you fat piece of accumulated pig grease....*blah blah blah*
Homer (to himself): Here she started babbling again, oh boy.....but be patient Homer, food that talks is the tastiest hihihi....woo, i'd get a whole lot of bacon from this lady.....mmmmmmm bacooooon *sniveling*
Chiara: *blah blah blah*...........and look at you, you moron, you are sniveling again! That Duff beer is seriously damaging that little part of the brain you DON't have in your head
Homer: Hey that.....hurts! I have a lot of brain!
Chiara: No, you don't!
Homer: Oh, yes I do!
Chiara: Oh, no you don't!
Homer: Oh yes, I do!
Chiara: Well, if you do have it, where are the votes then?
Homer: They are in my......that thing.....with couch and a little kitty and a little doggy.....where my family and TV are....
Chiara: You want to say your house, no?
Homer: NO!
Chiara: THEN WHAT IS IT?
Homer: My HOOOOME! Haha, fooled you!
Chiara: Grrrrr *angry*
Nelson (from the audience): HA-HA!
Chiara: Then call your lovely.....hooooome of yours, and tell them to deliver the results, people are waiting.
Homer: No problem *calls Bart and tells him that the situation is urgent, he needs to deliver the votes*
Chiara: What did he say?
Homer: He'll come here in 5 minutes, not more than that. If he doesn't come in that time you can strip me in front of these people, I promise.
(5 HOURS later.....)
Chiara: Take down your clothes........
Homer: Haha, you see when I said you can strip me if he doesn't come in 5 minutes, I didn't really mean it literally.........
Chiara: Less talking, more striping piggy!
Ralph Wiggum (from the audience): You can leave your clothes to me Mr. Simpson, I'll keep them while you two have fun like two little bunnies hihihihi....ouch!
Chief Clancy Wiggum *slaps Ralph* : Shut up son.
Bart *breathless*: Sorry, I'm "little" late.....
Homer: Wohoho, no no, you aren't late my boy, you aren't late a lot.......ONLY F**(beep) 295 MINUTES, you little *strangles Bart*
Chiara: Hey stop it, stop it, let's get to the point.....the votes....
Moe: In a sec, eeeerh..... Smoke my c**k, smoke my c**k anyone ?!
Audience: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA........
Moe: Errrgh, you little....Hey, when I find out who you are, I am going to rip your head off, and pull your eyes off so my kids can play soccer with them!
Bart :Hahahaha, it always works!
Homer: BART!
Bart: Yes father.
Homer: Give us the votes already!
Bart: I told you I don't have them, grandpa must have "lost them" when he used them as a toilet paper
Homer: Now what are we going to do.......
Chiara: Relax, I know who can help us, he is just behind this door
Homer *opens the door*.........
Chiara: He is no other, than Mrrrrrrr...............
Svanteeeeeeeeeee
Barney: Hey Homer!
Homer: Oh hey Barney!
Chiara (shocked):.....Stockselius..........Where is Svante, what have you done to Svante?
Barney: oooh, nothing, we just drunk a couple of beers.... *burp*....and that's all, he's sleeping now.
Svante (from behind): Ohhhh......my head.....where am I?
Barney: Do you feel good there sir?
Svante: Yes.
Barney: Oh, no you don't! *punches Svante with a glass of beer*
Svante: Oh, dear I should sleep now again *sigh* *knocks out*
Homer: why did you do that?
Barney: He said I am a fat bastard who has no life, no dignity... (*burp*).....and no SEX!
Homer: So you knocked him out, and now how are we supposed to find out the votes?
Barney: Aaah, I got some floppy disk from him, try it.....