“You’re being remastered, Dad. But some frames get lost.”
Homer is now alone. He walks through a hallway of infinite doors, each labeled with a year: 1990, 1994, 2002, 2015, 2031. Behind each door, a different version of his family is being murdered by a different monster—zombies, aliens, giant广告, robots, the Fantasia broomsticks, a sentient NFT of Poochie. The Simpsons Treehouse of HORROR All Seasons
HERE LIES THE SEASON 3 GAG WHERE HOMER SELLS HIS SOUL FOR A DOUGHNUT. HERE LIES THE SEASON 7 PARODY OF THE HUNGER GAMES THAT NO ONE REMEMBERS. HERE LIES CONTINUITY. “You’re being remastered, Dad
“Who are you?” Homer whispers.
Homer looks at his own hands. They’re flickering between 1992 yellow, 2004 digital yellow, and a grayish rot. “You’re being remastered