The apple, the bomb, and the bible

Loud thrum, presumably coming from the engine, starts up. The pilot panics and grabs the last parachute. "So long sucka," the pilot yells over the engine, as he jumps out of the plane. All of a sudden, the spork in your hand starts to glow. "The Sporksons," says a booming voice. You are instantly teleported to the Simpson's couch. "The spork gods welcome you to sporkfield," the booming voice says, "Enjoy your stay."