CHALMERS: Well, Seymour, I made it... Despite your directions.

SKINNER: Ah, Superintendent Chalmers! Welcome! I hope you're prepared for an unforgettable luncheon!

CHALMERS: Uhh.

SKINNER: *gasp* Oh egads, my roast is ruined! But what if... I were to purchase fast food and disguise it as my own cooking? Oh ho ho ho ho... delightfully devilish, Seymour!

CHALMERS: Uh-

Skinner with his crazy explanations,

The superintendent's gonna need his medication.

When he hears Skinner's lame exaggerations,

There'll be trouble in town tonight!

CHALMERS: SEEEYYYMOOOOUUURRR!!!!11

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: Uhh... Oh! That isn't smoke. It's steam. Steam from the steamed clams we're having! Mmmmmm... steamed clams!