Homer hesitantly waddled into the kitchen where he saw something he never expected. Flanders stood there clad in a red robe and devil horns, holding a pitchfork. "Flanders? What the hell are you doing in my house!"
"Flanders?" Replied the Devil. "Does the Devil himself look like that goody two shoes to you?"
"Huh, I always assumed you two would look alike... Well then same story. Get out!"
"No can do. Your time has come! You have had your last pork rind." The Devil pointed back to the couch where Homer saw his body, choked to death on a pork rind. "Now, it is time for you to leave this earth and go to..."
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