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| | + | == Behind the Laughter == |
| | + | Smithers states that Mr Burns has not run for political office yet, even though he ran for governor of [[Springfield's state]] sin [[Two Cars in Every Garage and Three Eyes on Every Fish]]. |
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Revision as of 11:41, July 25, 2024
| The Bloviator
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| Tapped Out Quest Information
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The Bloviator is a questline in The Simpsons: Tapped Out. It was introduced in the Burns' Casino content update. It requires Reclusive Mr. Burns to be obtained.
Dialogue
Pt. 1
| After tapping on Smithers' exclamation mark
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Smithers, I'm bored.
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I've done everything a billionaire can.
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Dated pop stars, bought politicians, endowed museums...
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Yes, your "Museum of Hatred of the Poor" has the lowest attendance of any in the country.
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You haven't run for political office yet.
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And I won't. I'm a billionaire, not a self-glorifying moronic egomaniac.
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Didn't know there was a difference, sir.
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| Task: "Make Burns Mope With Ennui". The job takes place at Burns' Casino and takes 12 hours.
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Quest reward:  100 and  10
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Pt. 2
| After tapping on Reclusive Mr. Burns' exclamation mark
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I've figured it out, Smithers. The one billionaire thing I've never done.
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I'm going to become an eccentric recluse, like my young friend Howard Hughes.
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He died unloved and alone, sir.
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Well, I won't make his mistake.
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I won't die.
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Task: "Make Reclusive Mr. Burns Fade From the Public Eye". The job takes place at Burns' Casino and takes 24 hours.
Task: "Make Smithers Deny Requests for Access". The job takes place at Burns' Casino and takes 24 hours.
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| Quest reward: 100 and 10
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Pt. 3
| After tapping on Reclusive Mr. Burns' exclamation mark
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I've brought you the mail, sir.
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Did you clean it thoroughly? It might be infected with one of the four humors. Bile or something.
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I think you're becoming a little obsessive.
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Nonsense. Now bring me a pink napkin.
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I need to cover my genitals while I sit naked, repeatedly watching the 1968 blockbuster "Ice Station Zebra."
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Yep, Howard Hughes really did that.
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Task: "Make Smithers Do All the Work". The job takes place at Burns' Casino and takes 12 hours.
Task: "Make Mr. Burns Watch "Ice Station Zebra"". The job takes place at Burns' Casino and takes 12 hours.
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| Quest reward: 100 and 10
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Pt. 4
| After tapping on Reclusive Mr. Burns' exclamation mark
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Sir, you need to come out of this movie screening room. You have a casino and power plant to run.
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Sorry. Recluse.
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Can I at least take away some of these jars of urine?
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No! I just finished arranging them in a perfect pent-heptagon.
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You're covered in germs, Smithers. I banish you from my presence.
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From now on, I want my chicken and milk delivered by drone.
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| Task: "Make Reclusive Burns Sink Into Obscurity". The job takes place at Burns' Casino and takes 4 hours.
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| Quest reward: 100 and 10
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Pt. 5
| After tapping on Reclusive Mr. Burns' exclamation mark
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Mr. Burns, you can't continue to live by yourself in a darkened penthouse on top of a casino hotel.
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They need the penthouse for Pitbull.
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That chrome-dome gallimaufry? He's still a thing?
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Oh, very well. I'm starting to miss spending time with my fellow humans.
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Setting hounds on them... dropping them down trap doors...
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Yes, you're what America needs more of: billionaires messing around with us.
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| Task: "Make Reclusive Mr. Burns Feel Sunlight on His Face". The job takes 8 hours.
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| Quest reward: 200 and 20
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Behind the Laughter
Smithers states that Mr Burns has not run for political office yet, even though he ran for governor of Springfield's state sin Two Cars in Every Garage and Three Eyes on Every Fish.
