S6E25: Who Shot Mr. Burns? (1)
Imagine it, Smithers.
Electrical lights and heaters running all day long.
But, sir, every plant and tree will die.
Owls will deafen us with incessant hooting.
The town's sundial will be useless.
Ahem. I don't want any part of this project.
It's unconscionably fiendish.
I will not suffer your insubordination.