Hello. Smithers. You’re. Quite. Good. At. Turning. Me. On.
“Behold your new God…MR. BURNS!”
Those Viking Prophecies might sound scary but they didn’t account for the divine powers of Special K:
Smithers: Sir, I’ve arranged for the people of Australia to join hands tonight and spell out your name with candles. There’s a satellite hookup on that monitor if you turn your head slightly.
Mr. Burns: Bah, no time!