One trick is to tell them stories that don't go anywhere... like the time I caught the ferry over to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe... so I decided to go to Morganville... which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt... which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel. And in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. "Give me five bees for a quarter," you'd say. Now, where were we? Oh, yeah! The important thing was that I had an onion on my belt... which was the style at the time. They didn't have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones.

Last exit to Springfield i think.

🎶 So we'll march day and night, by the big cooling tower. They have the plant, but we have the power 🎵

Seems relevant given that it's election day in the US.

now play Classical Gas!

Last Exit to Springfield

"Look at them all, through the darkness I am bringing. They're not sad at all. They're actually singing. They sing without juicers. They sing without blenders. They sing without flungers, cabdabblers, and smendlers!"

Aliens.