"Bart, get out of my room!" Bart shook his head, and refused. "Its my room now, mom said so" Lisa jumped off her bed, shaking with anger. Bart continued. "I can take up all the space I want!" In one swift motion, he whipped out his penis. Lisa looked down, still enraged. With increasing angery, she whipped out of her own. "Fine!" she cried, starting to helicopter her penis in circles. Bart copied her, moving forward. "I'm just going to swing it around and if you get in my way thats not my fault!" Lisa copied him, the pair moving closer. Suddenly, Marge popped her head in, flicking the lights on and off. "Stop fighting you two!" Lisa refused, whipping her penis around in protest "Meat is murder!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, Bart did the Bartman, everybody did the Bartman.
