Mr. Burns stands behind a desk in a dark blue suit and orange tie, his hands moving expressively as he speaks

What happens

Mr. Burns, the frail, very thin, stooped old man with a hooked nose and grey hair at the sides, stands behind a desk in a dark blue suit and orange tie, his hands moving expressively as he speaks. Smithers, his thin assistant in a grey suit and red tie with glasses, stands at the left edge, watching. Burns first raises both fists near his chest, then spreads his hands in a shrugging gesture, then opens his arms wide with a grin, then lifts his arms again with a weary, exasperated look, and finally raises his hands with his eyes half-closed. A small paper sits on the desk in front of him.

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