Imagine that you are in a land surrounded by millions of Groundskeeper Willies (GW). Make sure your vision includes mini-GWs. These, of course, would be the boys, girls, and women of the land. Now, try not to laugh whenever one of them talks to you. It’s impossible.

I am eagerly waiting for one these GWs to scream, “Bart Seempson! Wha ar ew dune? Ahhhh!” as GW spins around wildly with a garden hoe in hand.

 Bang Bang!

-Geiser