Mr. Burns stands in a doorway beside a purple doorknob, pressing his hands together in a pleading gesture while he glances upward with a worried look

What happens

Mr. Burns, the frail, stooped old man with a hooked nose and grey hair at the sides, stands in a doorway beside a purple doorknob, pressing his hands together in a pleading gesture while he glances upward with a worried look. He then tilts his head forward, his lips pursed and face strained, and leans further out past the door's edge as he moves closer to the doorway. Behind him, a green hedge and a yellow house with a red door are visible through a window, and his hands stay clasped as he bends lower toward the street.

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