Mr. Burns kneels and wrings his hands while pleading in a dark-paneled room with a door at the left

What happens

Mr. Burns, the frail, very thin, stooped old man with a hooked nose and grey hair at the sides, kneels and wrings his hands while pleading in a dark-paneled room with a door at the left. Beside him, a heavyset older man with white tufts of hair and a moustache in a grey vest gestures with his hands, then laughs with eyes shut, while a thin man with glasses and slicked black hair stands behind him and a man with orange hair and a moustache in a suit sits at the right. Later, Burns kneels with his fingers knitted together, glaring at a man in a green jacket with an ID badge who stands over him, and then Burns rises, clasping his hands tightly, while Smithers, his thin assistant with glasses and a purple bow tie, looks on nervously beside him.

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