Mr. Burns lives in D4. I'm in D3. This morning I was minding my own business, frying some eggs, pretending as if my coffee tasted like something... and there he was. But he looked about 19. The hump was there, the walk all he needed was a bald spot and Mr. Smithers, walking to the laundrette with his substantial load of laundry. That's right, Mr.
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