it rules that the simpsons is going to be on tv until every last one of its voice actors is dead
— imogen binnie (@iphisol) September 1, 2015
There are only two of us left. The scripts and pictures come from… we don’t know. We don’t understand, but they come.
Something keeps us here. The stories are… hollow. We are hollow. We read words. Are they aired? Are there still shows? The script says Moe is there, but… no lines. Lisa, Nelson, Apu… there but gone. The script says they stare and judge. Guest ‘stars’ came once, but… are there shows now? Stars? Who were we before time was only episodes full of judgement?
Lines, lines. Twisting voices into familiar alien shapes. Is death a release? The others still stare. Will we stare? Read lines. Make voices. Forever. We whisper between takes, prayers for an end that cannot be. Please, not next. Or last.
There is only lines and voices and next or last.
There are only two of us left. We read the lines and make the voices and wait for our fates to be taken out of our hands.