Shmooge was inspecting the gouges made from Bart’s skateboard to his bedside table when he heard a polite tap on his bedroom door. He straightened and turned, wondering if the Simpsons theme would continue. He wasn’t disappointed.
Lisa stood in the doorway, her pointy head making strange, spiky shadows against the door. “I can help you with the product information, Shmooge,” she told him in her sweetly earnest voice, and for the first time that night, Shmooge began to feel a bit more confi...
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