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Chalkboard gag:
Ectoplasm is not a beverage.
Couch gag:
Slimer, Samhain, Gozer, the Grundel, and Vigo are sitting in the Simpsons' couch.
It started as an average Saturday morning on 742 Evergreen Terrace; the birds were chirping, peoples' buzzers were, uh, buzzing, and the first days of light were greeted by Homer J. Simpson opening the door to his house... and exposing everyone in full view to an eye full of his underpants. A few people stared in shocked silence, a few people gasped, most people just flat-out vomited at the sight of a bald, fat man dressed in nothing but his undies and slippers.
"Homie!" Marge called out from upstairs. "You forgot your robe!"
"Oh," Homer said, realizing why he was now feeling the morning breeze. "...D'OH!"
After retrieving his favorite coffee-stained bathrobe, Homer walked out to pick up his paper and began reading it.
"Huh," Homer muttered, "Krusty's no longer going global? That's sad, but understandable... I think."