(Springfield Nuclear Power Plant)
(MLB pitcher Max Fried is whistling happily while
walking with a wheelbarrow full of nuclear waste.
Carl pulls up alongside)
CARL
Hey Fried, I don't get it. You're a ringer, but you're
here every night in the core, busting your butt hauling
radioactive waste!
MAX FRIED
Well, Carl, it's such a relief from the pressures of
playing big league ball. I mean, there you make any
kind of mistake and, boom, the press is all over you!
(Max then proceeds to slip and dump nuclear waste all
over the floor)
CARL
Ahh, don't worry about it.
MAX FRIED
Oh, man. Is this ever sweet!
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(Springfield Hospital)
DR. HIBBERT
Uhh, Max, try to lift your arm.
MAX FRIED
Can't... lift... arm... or... speak... at... normal...
rate...
DR. HIBBERT
Well, I'm afraid you have a case of accute radiation
poisoning, Mr. Fried.
MAX FRIED
Will... I... be... able... to... play... softball...
tomorrow...?
DR. HIBBERT
Huh huh huh huh huh! Nooo, by tomorrow you'll barely be
able to brethe.
MAX FRIED
Ohhh... man...