Mr. Burns and Smithers stand outdoors against a bright blue sky with wispy clouds and a street lamp at the left edge

What happens

Mr. Burns, the frail, very thin, stooped old man with a hooked nose and grey hair at the sides, and Smithers, his thin assistant with glasses, brown hair and a purple bow tie, stand outdoors against a bright blue sky with wispy clouds and a street lamp at the left edge. Burns holds his hands together at his chest and then clenches his fists while speaking angrily, his mouth opening and closing as he glares. Smithers looks on, holding a small silver stopwatch in his right hand, and at one point he speaks and grimaces, then gives a strained, toothy expression as Burns rages on.

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