May be sequels with Milhouse and perhaps Martin. Drabbley. Based on the ep which was a parody of Lord of the Flies. First Simpsons fic.
In an increasingly rare flash of insight, he sees her in ten years time, or maybe fifteen. She'll be a pretty good lawyer, he thinks, judging by the way she's defending that dork right now. He has to concede that he didn't see Milhouse eat any of the food, and that makes him mad. It's easy to picture her in ten years, moving about the courtroom, talking with precision and indisputable logic, perhaps defending those on death row. He feels like he knows her much better than he really does, and can't imagine that she approves the death penalty. A penalty applied to people like him, he reminds himself coldly; perhaps in ten years time, Lisa will be standing up for his rights in court. They are so different, from such different walks of life. She will graduate college; he will probably flunk out of high school, and that's why it never worked when they used to kiss.
And it is because of this, perhaps, that he when he walks up to the caged dork, instead of beginning with insulting him the way he was planning to, he hits him repeatedly in the stomach. After all, it gets a rise from her, gets under her skin. Doesn't it?
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