and celebrate the solstice of slobbering to the sounds of the rigel 7 children's choir. ♪ tasty creatureicy ♪ sacrifice. (all slurp) (groaning) (laughing) (grunting) a transporter beam! someone is trying to steal our sacrifice. yes! this mysterious tube can only lead to somewhere good. so long, you stupid slobbering... what the...?! (grunting) and away we go! way to go, george mucus. the fattest, stupidest man on earth slipped right through your sticky tentacles. why, you little...! what is this baffling construct? it's called a knot. a not what? "knot" with a "k." ks are silent? really? i've been saying kitchen. that's correct. both: huh? (homer gasps) male: do not fear. you are among friends. we are the resistance. we don't believe in the barbaric consumption of other species. so, what do you eat-- space broccoli? space broccoli has the most advanced feelings of any creature in the universe. i stepped on a piece once, and it cried for six years. frankly, they are a little full of themselves. who are you talking about? um, earth broccoli. yeah, i hate those guys. they think they're so b