Mr. Burns leans toward Homer, who sits cross-legged on an icy wooden floor wrapped in a green blanket and clutching it at his chest

What happens

Mr. Burns, the frail, stooped old man with a hooked nose and bluish-grey hair at the sides in a dark coat, leans toward Homer, who sits cross-legged on an icy wooden floor wrapped in a green blanket and clutching it at his chest. Beneath a torn banner reading partly "CONGRA..." and "TEAMW...", Burns's breath steams in the cold blue setting as he glances sideways at Homer, who stares back with wide, wary eyes and shivers, and the scene holds on the two of them.

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