Right away, Mr Burns, sir.
-Smithers retrieves the megaphone, turns it from Low to Medium to Centenarian and hands it to his boss-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Oh... errm, no thanks. I prefer walking on my own, haha!
Now, just one moment, young peasant girl...
-feebly lifts the megaphone to his mouth-
Ahem. Is this contraption working? Now then... I, Mister Burns, have purchased this plot of land from an odd gremlin, for the construction of... a summer vacation home! Therefore, all of you transients must... vacate the premises... immeeediately.
Smithers how do I turn this machine off
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-Smithers tries to brush it off and follow his boss's line of sight-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Smithers produces the papers-
-Signed by the previous landholder with a thumbprint-
I'm certain you'll find that Mr Burn's acquisition is watertight.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Robbing the cradle, are we...? I remember the halcyon days of youth, when I could woo any sprightly lass I desired... yes, those were the days.
Well, no matter. This is my property now! If you don't leave, then I will have no choice but to call the local constabulary...
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-a frail, withered, scrawny husk of a man in a suit steps out of the limousine-
Hrrm. This seems to be the property I purchased from that cretinous fellow... Smithers, fetch me my megaphone.
-he steeples his fingers-
It is time for a good, old fashioned eviction notice...
Oh... you know! It's fine. I'm just going on a walk. That's all.
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