Mr. Burns sits at the head of a long dining table draped in a cream cloth with an MB monogram, holding a glass of red wine and a plate of food

What happens

Mr. Burns, a frail, very thin, stooped old man with a hooked nose and grey hair at the sides, sits at the head of a long dining table draped in a cream cloth with an MB monogram, holding a glass of red wine and a plate of food. His thin assistant Smithers, with glasses, stands at the left end of the table, while a spiky-haired boy in a blue shirt, Bart, sits at the right end with a glass of milk in front of him. Burns talks and gestures, first raising two fingers in V shapes, then opening a palm outward and pointing at his plate, as a candelabra, suit of armor and purple upholstered chairs fill the formal dining hall.

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