Skinner: So: we meet again, Mad Magazine. Bart: How do you know it's from Mad?

Skinner: So: we meet again, Mad Magazine.
Bart: How do you know it's from Mad?
Skinner: [walking to his window] The year was 1968. We were on recon in
a steaming Mekong delta. An overheated private removed his
flak jacket, revealing a T-shirt with an iron-on sporting the
Mad slogan "Up With Mini-Skirts".
Well, we all had a good laugh, even though I didn't quite
understand it. But our momentary lapse of concentration
allowed Charlie to get the drop on us.
I spent the next three years in a POW camp, forced to subsist
on a thin stew of fish, vegetables, prawns, coconut milk, and
four kinds of rice. I came close to madness trying to find it
here in the States, but they just can't get the spices right --
Bart: Uh, my punishment?
Skinner: Hmm? Oh, I'm going to have to think about that. Meanwhile,
wear this home.
[puts a seat pillow over Bart's torso and zips it up]
-- The gourmet prison camps of the east, "Team Homer"