Mr. Burns stands with clenched fists at a counter in a green-walled room with red bench seats, facing an older grey-haired man with glasses…

What happens

Mr. Burns, the frail, thin, hooked-nose old man with light blue hair at the sides, stands with clenched fists at a counter in a green-walled room with red bench seats, facing an older grey-haired man with glasses in a green sweater seen from behind on the right. Burns clenches his fists, then raises a pointing finger and smirks, while Lisa, with her spiky hair, orange dress and pearl necklace, stands wide-eyed at the left edge, mouth slightly open, hand extended. The scene is static apart from Burns's gestures and Lisa's wary stare.

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