Out of the Frying Pan
You finally find Mr. Burns in his office overlooking the foundry floor. "Well well, if it isn't Batfellow," he says, sneering. He opens a small furnace in the corner of the room, takes a red-hot iron bar out of it, and uses it to light a cigar. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"
"Can the innocent act, Burns," you growl. "I know you're cooking up some kind of scheme in here!"
He laughs. "I suppose I might as well tell you, since you won't be leaving here alive!" He reaches into his vest pocket, and flips you a coin -- a shiny new quarter.
At first glance, there's nothing out of the ordinary about it... you squint and look closer. "Wait a minute," you growl, "that isn't George Washington... it's you!"
"An excellent likeness, don't you think? I'm rather proud," he says, turning his head to profile so you can compare. "And with my resources and cheaper alloys, I can mint them for only eight cents apiece!"
"This is... forgery!" you growl.
"Yes! Isn't it ironic?
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"I'm going to rake you over the coals, Burns," you growl. "You'll be in jail until Hell freezes over."
"You think you can stop me?" he laughs. "You're playing with fire, Batfellow -- and you're going to get burned!"
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You decide that you have too many irons in the fire to deal with this right now, and take off like a bat out of hell.
Occurs at Gotpork Foundry.
