An Unpleasant Encounter

Lisa walked into the women's toilets. She was in a hospital gown. The doctor had requested a urine sample as part of the physical. As she rounded the corned to the stalls, she encountered someone whom she did not expect to see.

"Millhouse!" she gasped, dropping the sample cup.

"Hi Lisa," he said in eerie deadpan. He took a few steps, forward, arms hanging limply by his side, his face expressionless. "I heard that he proposed."

Lisa took a step back.

"Did he?"

She took a few steps backwards.

"He did…. and I suppose you said 'yes', now didn't you?"

"Millhouse…"

"You…how could you do this to me?"

"Millhouse, listen…"

"All my life…all I ever wanted…was you, Lisa! I've had to live with…my parents splitting up, my dad going to jail, living…with my crazy grandmother…I nearly got killed, trying to save you and your family from Mr. Burns…I…I ha-I got turned down for your band because I couldn't cut it…and I got fired…and now this…you…!"

"Millhouse, please, you're really upset-"

"The hell I am!" he screeched. He began hyperventilating, drawing rapid, hissing breaths through his clenched teeth.

He advanced on her, teeth bared like a rapid wolf. He reached out to grab her. She slapped him, knocking his glasses askew. He turned his head to face her, glasses still sideways. He took them off, wiping a trickle of blood from his nose, then put them on again. He lunged at her, grabbing her arm. With her lightning-fast reflexes and prana-bindu focus, Lisa kneed him right in the groin. He flinched, stunned by the pain. She shoved him away. Millhouse fell to the floor, but recovered from the pain, and began to charge. Lisa kicked him in the side of the face, sending him right into the sinks. His head slammed against them, and he crumpled over, unconscious.

Lisa raced out, her partially undone gown flying behind her.

"Help! Help!"

A nurse came and stopped her.

"What's happened? Are you alright, Sugar?"

"There was a man, in the women's restroom…he tried to attack me…he's still in there I think. He tried to grab me and pin me against the wall…I think I knocked him out," she rambled, mad with fright, tears in her eyes.

"Don't worry," the nurse said. She walked over to a counter and told the nurse to call security. "Don't worry. I called security, they'll be up any minute now."

"Don't go away. He still might come after me!"

"Now, stay calm, ma'am-"

"You don't understand! I know him! He's been obsessed with me since we were kids! I though it was just a stupid crush, but he's gone from love-stuck, pathetic nerd longing after an unattainable girl to a crazed, freaky stalker!"

"Now, calm down. You'll be okay."

Three security officers showed up shortly. Before they could ask a single question, they saw Millhouse, his face bleeding, his glasses broken, come around the corner. When he saw them, he let out a yell like howler monkey on PCP and came charging at them. The officers rushed to stop him. One put out his hand to stop him, but Millhouse batted the arm out of the way and clocked the man across the face. Another tried to hit him with his baton, but Millhouse ducked and knocked his feet from under him. He charged again, the third officer standing between him and Lisa. The officer drew his capuscin spray and blasted Millhouse in the face. Bellowing like a steer, Millhouse tackled him, and began to smash his face blindly. The second officer had recovered by this time, and rushed over with his taser. He zapped Millhouse, dropping him to the ground. With the other officer's help, he handcuffed Millhouse. As they hauled him away, he began to scream and wail.

"Why Lisa? Why?"

Lisa began to cry.

As they forced him onto the elevator, he managed one last yell.

"I hate you!"