Mr. Burns sits in a red high-backed chair behind a desk with a nameplate reading C.M. BURNS, while his thin assistant Smithers stands beside him

What happens

Mr. Burns, the frail, very thin, stooped old man with a hooked nose and grey hair at the sides, sits in a red high-backed chair behind a desk with a nameplate reading C.M. BURNS, while his thin assistant Smithers, wearing glasses, a purple bow tie and a green jacket with an ID badge, stands beside him. Burns leans forward with his hands clasped and rubbing together, his expression scheming and sly, then gestures with his hands and speaks, his eyes narrowing and brightening as he appears to hatch a plan. Rain streaks past the large window behind them, and a stack of papers sits on the desk.

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