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MARGE

She sits alone on her bed listlessly as music plays in the background some pop song with meaningless lyrics but a good beat and a soothing voice that the singer possesses in sharp contrast to her own low guttural one. Her husband was at work two of her kids were at school and it was 12:30 so her baby was asleep and would be for another hour all her chores and tasks for the day were completed so she had nothing to do. She sometimes wondered if she was really happy she supposed she could have a job she had many talents and skills she could put to use and it would get her out of the house which she desperately needed it was lonely her life she had no close friends her family never really understood or really even liked her ( on deep dark nights she wondered if it was worse than that ) the only person who she truly felt a connection with were her kids and father who had passed nearly 30 years ago she loved homer she really and truly did even though he did drive her up a wall sometimes like all people did when you've lived with them for a significant amount of time but she never really felt like she shared all of herself with him it wasn't really his fault she knew they just had different levels of things like maturity (and intelligence, appetite ,alcohol tolerance the list goes on) she connected more with Lisa than anyone else and she knew her daughter felt something similar they had a strong deep bond that she was proud of and cheered her up when she thought of her own relationship with her mother. Bart was a little more complicated than that he was the trouble maker of the family he was a good mix of both her and homer had his fathers impulsiveness combined with her intelligence while it was a terrible recipe for any professional setting it was perfect for any field of creativity and she could see it in many of his pranks and his artwork was phenomenal clearly he had inherited her artistic talent as well in her own way she was just as proud of him as she was of Lisa's achievements she had an album dedicated to each of the kids along with pictures of the kids themselves she also kept pictures and mementos of there achievements too Lisa had pictures of report cards and winnings of academic awards and competitions but Bart's were just as full of pictures of clever and creative pranks artwork and winnings of art and engineering awards ( that she submitted in his name because in his words winning is for nerds and he couldn't be an underachiever if he achieved anything) she had to wait and see how Maggie and her would turn out but she already had as much of a bond with her as she did her other kids every milestone she had was captured and savored like a warm cup of tea on a cold winter morning she did feel a bit of regret that Maggie was more or less mute due to damaged vocal cords that couldn't be fixed by medical technology yet as they had found out at a checkup a little after her birth but she knew that her voice would come out soon enough she loved the little moments with her the way her face would light up whenever her dad or siblings would come in after a long day at work or school the moments in the night when she was just about to drift off and the last thing she did was look up into her mothers face just to make sure she was still there the way she sometimes seemed to know exactly what was going on in her family by the way of looks and body language it was always what stopped her whenever she thought of talking to homer about moving to a town with a better school district ,a government that wasn't blatantly corrupt and a cleaner environment bart already had friends and people he knew here Lisa had a solid reputation with the town as responsible level headed and intelligent she a promising future ahead of her she didn't want to uproot them and make them start there lives all over pretty much from scratch she read once that all we are is a series of connections that we've made with other people, and when you lose that with someone, you lose a part of yourself and for some reason it had resonated and stuck with her all throughout the years. Her kids were what kept her going.

APU

He was sitting at his post at the check out counter of the quick e mart it was the slow part of the day a few hours before school and work let out and the morning rush had passed an hour ago he was passing the time by working one of his other jobs this one was writing an article about how Springfield's new bill concerning the environmental problems of Springfield ever since the trappachino fiasco the mayor has been pressured to fix the towns environmental problems which resulted in a lot of useless bills to inconvenience townspeople small business owners and farmers while ignoring the real problem of the dangerously unsafe and outdated practices of the nuclear power plant which everyone knew was the real cause of Springfields numerous problems with the environment no doubt due to "generous" donations to mayor quimbys campaign fund. His paper read so far as this *The mindset that plastic waste and pollution is the consumers responsibility to use paper bags, recycle, and be green.

It is entirely futile when the majority of pollutants stem from industry and lack of regulation. The recycling plants cant process 90% of the waste. The products you buy are entirely made and packaged with plastic.

It all is a ploy to get people to think it's up to them. Driving to the grocery store in your hybrid with reusable bags doesnt make a difference. Unregulated; Petroleum production, industrial emissions, manufacturing pollutants and waste. Each year the companies push further and further and cause more harm. It costs them money to dispose of waste, or switch packaging, or clean up their messes. It costs less money to lobby and rid of the laws requiring them to be clean.

You're plastic grocery bag has nothing to do with it. We need to be focused on the companies and not placing the blame on personal lifestyle choices. Sure that needs to be addressed, but only after the major players have been stopped.* He would edit and submit it later tonight he knew he probably worked too much he even did volunteer in his free time he loved it though the hustle and bustle of the daily grind the hum of people in and out through the building all busy in the workplace it didn't matter your race religion friends or family as long as you can do something your accepted and given a place to stay he never felt more at home than when he was at work his actual home was chaotic manjulla was stressed and haggered by the time he was home and the octuplets we're always noisy and needy no matter what time of the day it was he knew that this was just a rough patch once the octuplets were a little older and could be more independent then things would get easier at least in the family aspect manjulla was another matter all together. He knew what she did while he was at work he could see the credit card bills the letters the text messages to her string of lovers that she thought she could hide but he knew the truth to be honest he was happy for her he knew he could never be a true husband to any woman his off time was split between volunteer work multiple projects of his and his kids that was one thing he gave up his work for he swore he would never be like his family distant and cold when he could he brought them to places when he could and cared for them when he got home and picked them up from the daycare when manjulla was too busy with her boy toys to bother to remember anyone else he never mentioned anything to her the most they spoke were bits and pieces of words the last text they had shared was in October and it was only a reminder from her to pick up her special cereal that was three times what the regular costs but he didn't mind he would happily pay and take care of for all her bills her house her kids while she had her fun he knew she would never divorce him because he was her benefactor as long as she hired someone to keep the house clean and the kids taken care of and was there for appearances and the occasional shag he was happy to fund her lifestyle of suburban luxury. Him and her both knew his priority would always be work no matter his pay to him work and being needed was payment contributions to the world kept him going.

MR. SMITHERS

He sat in Mr. Burns private kitchen alone preparing his boss/love (that burns for him with the white-hot intensity of a thousand suns and would last for an eternity) he wondered in quiet lonely times like this when his mind wasn't busy with work or people or activity's why he stayed in this town in this job in this one sided love for someone who clearly only cared for him as a servant and most likely didn't even see him as a person most of the time. He didn't like where he lived it wasn't the worst place in the world but it wasn't the best either his house was small and crowded with his Malibu Stacy collectors items that really should have there own room to be displayed in he couldn't afford a better house with the meager salary Monty paid him whenever he got up the nerve to ask for a raise every time more extensive and convincing reasons That anyone with a shred of compassion or knowledge of inflation or that it's not the 1900s anymore but alas Monty had none of those things. The obvious solution would be to threaten to quit or find a new job but unfortunately, both men knew that he would never leave he was raised by the man and groomed, to be his faithful servant their "relationship" was akin to a God and his faithful worshiper he knew intellectually that everything about there dynamic was toxic and unhealthy to him and would eventually lead to his life being decimated and destroyed consumed by his controlling sociopathic ruthless tyrant of a boss whose only concern would be how to find another servant as good as him if he dropped dead tomorrow most likely by something he did but emotionally and spiritually he was tied to him in a way that no one else could compare. He was truly in all meaning of the word in love with the man not physically in any way (for gods sakes the man was hanging on by a thread he was sure he was only kept alive by his money, malicious and willpower to not die until he has ruled the world as a tyrant of a dictator controlling everyone and everything in his grasp and causing millions of suffering and agony throughout the world so terrible he could hear and feel the wretched agony in the air) He loved the man because he was programmed to he could try and justify it all he want he admired and loved the things he convinced himself that Monty wasn't a monster who had killed millions directly and indirectly through his actions knowingly he was a genius at business and politics and any field that required you to give up your humanity, love and empathy to be successful that no one could deny he has tried and failed multiple times to change the man he loved with every bone cell and drop of blood in his body but no matter what things would always stay the same they fulfilled there roles to each other perfectly like a gaping oozing toxic tar pit of a puzzle from hell. He had known for years now that it would always be like that he could never have a relationship that lasted for more than a few months he would never have any type of child even a plant would be neglected and abandoned as soon as Monty snapped his fingers his boss would always come first no matter what but he knew from the few times he tried to break from his chains he would never survive his very soul and happiness were intricately intertwined with the man who underneath his human façade was Lucifer reborn he would always be just another tool to the man he was his slave and Mr. Charles Montgomery Burns owned him mind body and soul it was a tragic wrecked existence he lived but it would be even worse without his drug of choice that was as addicting as heroin to him his love for his vile destructive monster of a man that was his boss. He heard a poem once when he was younger that described his feelings about his boss quite nicely. Your voice makes my heart dance. But all I do is wait to hear from you. You don't care but I live for you. Feels like you planned to kill me slow. Your love is lethal for my soul. It makes my heart break a little each time. I know you are not good for me. Then, why can't I erase you from my mind? His love kept him going.

AUTHORS NOTE I wanted to explore all three of these characters that I feel don't get much spotlight either because there not wacky or comedic enough to work for what is now primarily a dull staple zombie of a show I wanted to see what motivates and dives each character to live their life whether it's there family love or passion everyone has a reason to wake up in the morning and keep moving forward even when things are at there lowest point and despair is in every corner Smithers toxic love poem was written by Sabrina Yasmin Marges connection quote is from bojack horseman and apus article about environmentalism is from a variety of sources compiled together