Chapter 3:
By: RIPSydBarrett
(An: Thanks so much to Unicat for the positive review. I'm very pleased that you enjoyed the second chapter, and to answer your question I meant to spell stripper that way for a homourous addition.)
(Disclaimer: I do not own the Simpsons, if I did I would make Mr. Burns Fall in love with Smithers, and everyone would be a Pink Floyd fan)
The ride home was quiet, not the kind of peaceful quiet, but the kind of quiet that's eerily similar to the kind that you experience when someone passes away. Mr. Burns finally broke the silence. "Look at what has happened; I'm no longer a high, mighty overlord. I'm merely a crazy man, who can't even drive a simple automobile." " Mr. Burns! Your still the mighty overlord I know and love, err, as a friend I mean. That crash wasn't your fault." I said looking at him with sad eyes. He just looked at the window at the passing cars. I put my hand under his chin to turn his gaze towards me. "It wasn't your fault; it was that lousy Homer Simpson! Don't blame yourself sir!" I repeated.
Then we both saw a very familiar car vehicle I know I now loathe. I saw Mr. Burns's hands start to shake violently. "They let that Incompetent fool back on the road? Don't they realize how much pain he has caused?" I shouted. I decided to teach him a lesson, pulled him over to a vacant lot, and motioned him to get out of his car. "Uh, Hi Mr. Smithers, what's up? He-Heh Sorry for that thing with Mr. Burns, I was drunk, I think. Uhh I'm gonna go now to, uhh, a thing, for umm, my uhh, children. Ya know, Bart and uhh, Girl-Bart." He chuckled. "YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE SIMPSON!" I yelled grabbing his arm.
"How DARE you! Do you know how much mental, physical, and emotional pain you've caused Mr. Burns? And me? You make me physically ill! So now its time to feel the pain My Monty feels." I punched him in the stomach, he fell to the floor, and I started to kick him. I watched him writhe in pain, he began to vomit. I got some weird, sick perverted pleasure out of watching him go through this.
2 hours later
As Simpson lied in a pool of blood and vomit, I seemed to forget that Mr. Burns was still in my car. I took one last look at Simpson, and started to walk over to my car, where I saw a horrified look on Mr. Burns's face, his skin was ghost white, and there was a look in his eyes like he had just seen a poltergeist. "Mr. Burns? Are you alright?" I dared to ask, even though I knew the answer. "Y…you're a monster!" was all he managed to utter
He opened the door of my car and ever so carefully walked (or at least crawl) out with his wheel chair. "Mr. Burns, Where are you going?" I asked as he began to wheel himself away.
I ran after him, hoping to get his attention. "Mr. Burns, it's not safe for you to be alone." I said running after him. He ignored me. "Sir! Please listen to me. I'm sorry."
(AN: Help me decide what happens next please)
