That's game set and match, but the real winner here are Marge's hors d'oeuvres.
Wow, how do you come up with such witty remarks?
[nervous laughing] Well... [Zoom's in on Brockman's ear piece, static is heard]
[Shows a car outside where two writers are typing]
W1Writer 1
Come on hurry up. [Writer 2 gives him a newly typed note] I guess you could say it's my racket.
I guess you could say I'm Iraqi.
[gasps] [threatening tone] Get off my property.
I want you to meet and greet the other members of the Party Posse. He's smart, he's soulful, he's Milhouse!
[someone spins a chair around to reveal Milhouse, with a new haircut and hipper clothing]
Next: He'll break your nose, your glasses, and your heart - Nelson.
[spins chair to reveal Nelson]
Wait, these are just guys from school. Who's next, Ralph Wiggum?
[spins his own chair around] Whee! I'm a pop sensation!
Say, before you leave, Homer, why don't you try our newest product? We've developed an additive that makes Duff beer super, super malty.
[Suspicious] Will this erase my memory?
[Homer goes to drink, then is syringed by Duffman. He collapses]
[sipping the beer]. Man, this IS malty. But he'll never know!
[Duff and Duffman laugh maniacally]
[Homer's protest song]
Homer [weakly]: Dancing away my hunger pangs
Moving my feet so my stomach won't hurt
I'm kinda like Jesus
But not in the sacrilegious way
[Nighttime, day 9 of his hunger strike, an emaciated Homer sits in his chair and weakly waves his sign as the crowd cheers the game.]
Oh, I'm so hungry. Oh, why keep starving myself? No one cares!
[Homer spots a stray pretzel not too far from him. Desperately, he falls to his hands and knees and crawls toward the pretzel, only to stop when it gets stepped on by the foot of a ghostly figure.]
SCSpirit of César Chávez
The spirit of César Chávez.
Why do you look like César Romero?
SCSpirit of César Chávez
Because you don't know what César Chávez looks like.
SCSpirit of César Chávez
To tell you not to give up.
[From the main office, Howard K. Duff and his assistants watch Homer talking to thin air.]
A1Assistant 1
He's talking to himself, sir.
A2Assistant 2
And his smell is distracting the center fielder.
Hmm, yeah, this is getting sad. Let's bring him in.
[The next morning, Homer is snoring when Duff's assistants unchain him and grab his arms]
A1Assistant 1
Okay, skinny, on your feet.
Huh? What's happening? Did I crush your evil plan?
No, you're being replaced.
[The crowd boos as Homer is escorted away.]
AAnnouncer
And now, taking over for Hungry, Hungry Homer, let's welcome Paint-Drinking Pete!
[The eponymous Pete cheerfully walks onto the field and holds up a bucket of blue paint before downing it. As he falls to the ground, choking and spasming, the crowd cheers]
[The day after Homer has been moved to the stadium, a game is played while Homer runs from side to side, waving his sign 'Hungry For The Truth!'.]
AAnnouncer
Folks, it's time to meet a real super-fan: Hungry, Hungry Homer! He's on a hunger strike 'til the 'Topes win the pennant!
[The crowd cheers.]
What? No! That's not the reason! They're moving the team to Albuquerque!
AAnnouncer
That's right, folks, go, 'Topes!
[The crowd cheers again. Homer slumps into his chair.]
Oh, all this hunger for nothing!
VVendor
Get your Duck!! Fresh, crispy Peking Duck!
Hey, duck man! Over here!
[Vendor throws Otto a duck]
[eating] Mmmm. [almost orgasmically] Mmmmmm!
[Homer suddenly picks up every sound the crowd makes while eating their snacks.]
Do they have to chew so loud?!