S8E1: Treehouse of Horror VII
Listen. I can take care of everything. All you have to do is un-shrink me.
Un-shrink you? Well, that would require some sort of a "rebigulator,"
which is a concept so ridiculous it makes me want to laugh out loud and chortle, bleh--
Ah, but not at you, O Holiest of Gods, with the wrathfulness and the vengeance...
and the blood rain and the "Hey, hey, hey, it hurts me."