Bright and early, Montgomery Frederick Burns arrived at his son’s
mansion. He knocked on the door and waited.
A few minutes passed, and a servant opened the door.
Monty will be down in a moment. He said.
It’s Mr. Burns! An angry voice yelled from somewhere
The servant rolled his eyes. Mr. Burns will be with you in
a moment. He corrected himself.
With his tie and jacket draped over his elbow, and his shirt only
half-buttoned, Monty Burns appeared at the top of the stairs. One
more slip up, Reginald, and you’re fired. One. You’re lucky. You get
a strike. Think carefully. Was Mona that lucky? Burns raised an
eyebrow and glared down at his servant.
Reginald shook his head, and looked at the floor. No, she wasn’t.
Be glad you still have a job and all your fingers, then. Of
course, I can’t let this slide unnoticed. You’ll get a 40 pay cut
until you can prove you deserve full pay. Now off with you. Burns
motioned vaguely with one hand, and Reginald muttered ‘Yes, sir’ and