You folks are free to roam the grounds. Just remember: One of our patients is a cannibal. Try to guess which one. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised.
I propose that I use what's left of the town treasury to move to a more prosperous town and run for mayor... and once elected, I will send for the rest of you.
Here are your messages. "You have 30 minutes to move your car." "You have ten minutes." "Your car has been impounded." "Your car has been crushed into a cube." "You have 30 minutes to move your cube."
"Poland, tell us about your nation's achievements." "Well, uh... I heard they sent a rocket to the sun once... at night. And there was that submarine with the screen doors..."
As you can see, the real deal with Waylon Smithers is that he's Mr. Burns' assistant. He's in his early 40s, is unmarried and currently resides in Springfield. Thanks for writing!