Yes it Does
Part XCIII
Yes Meets The Simpsons
While visiting Springfield one day, Yes was permitted to stay at the Simpsons’ house for 23 minutes.
“Don’t touch anything in my room,” Lisa warned.
“Yeah, and keep your hands off all the food,” Marge said.
“And your ass off of my couch,” Homer stated. “Find your own couch to gag on.”
Yes furrowed his brow and stuffed his hands into his pockets. “Does.”
“This isn’t what I expected either,” said Matt, sticking his head in through the window. “At least you didn’t object to their body odor.”
“Hey! Piss off, dickwad!” Bart shouted while throwing several skateboards at Matt, striking him. Matt fell backwards with a concussion.
“You have eight minutes left,” Homer tapped his watch. “Let’s make it snappy.”
“Yes it yes it yes it yes it yes.”
“Fuck that! And fuck you too. We’re big goddamned deals now,” Lisa touted while dragging heavily on a spliff she had rolled then flicked into Yes’s face. “You don’t like it, you can suck my dick.”
“Yeah, hit the road.” Marge thrust her pointy right shoe straight up Yes’s bunghole and he bolted out of the house.
Once outside, Yes picked up Matt and carried him home. He was convinced that he had failed to sufficiently understand them and should have tried harder to do so.
The End.