Mr. Burns stands in a laboratory in a beige robe beside a blue machine with a head of red hair, and he points with a white-gloved hand

What happens

Mr. Burns, the frail, very thin, stooped old man with a hooked nose and grey hair at the sides, stands in a laboratory in a beige robe beside a blue machine with a head of red hair, and he points with a white-gloved hand. A lab-coated man with glasses works at a control panel while sparks fly from a metal bar between two blue machine units. Two crackling blue electrodes glow over a pink table, then a bolt of blue lightning arcs between two green electrodes, and finally two lab-coated assistants at a control panel work beside a glowing blue figure lying on a table amid tangled blue cables and tall coiled machinery.

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