Mr. Burns lies stretched out on a shaggy pink rug, holding a red telephone to his ear while another red phone sits on the floor by his feet, its cord…

What happens

Mr. Burns, the frail, very thin, stooped old man with a hooked nose and grey hair at the sides, lies stretched out on a shaggy pink rug, holding a red telephone to his ear while another red phone sits on the floor by his feet, its cord trailing across the rug. Heart-shaped red candy box, a record player and scattered records lie nearby. Nearby, Ned Flanders, with a moustache, glasses and a green sweater, stands by a green cabinet and an orange wall phone, first smiling as he holds the receiver to his ear, then speaking into it. Burns grits his teeth and mouths words into his phone while Flanders keeps talking on his call.

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