Mr. Burns sits in a deep green tufted armchair in a library, holding a brandy glass in his left hand and wearing a teal suit and black tie

What happens

Mr. Burns, the frail, very thin, stooped old man with a hooked nose and blue-grey hair at the sides, sits in a deep green tufted armchair in a library, holding a brandy glass in his left hand and wearing a teal suit and black tie. He begins with eyes closed and a wry grimace, then opens his mouth and speaks with a scowl, then sits with a sour, flat expression, and later grins with a sly, sidelong look while gesturing with his free hand. Across from him, the back of a heavyset man with a thick white pompadour and dark jacket fills the left side of the frame, and in the last moment Burns's hands clap together in an eager gesture. Bookshelves filled with blue, red and green volumes stand behind them.

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