I'm not a fan of the new Simpsons episodes, but the old reruns have me in stitches, although I've seen them countless times.

Bananaphobia, air-typing and other lunchtime revelations[…]I knew that she at least harbored a strange hatred of bananas, a neurosis that I’d recently discovered when she was driven from my office, shivering in disgust, by a banana sitting on my desk.

And, finally, here we have our groovy little DataSet, just ready to be pumped silly with information. Ooh, matron!

So, when the factory issued a requisition for ten workers, the commandant picked the worst candidates--sick people like me, and those schlemiels with two left hands and two right feet, who he knew couldn't get the job done.