Stifler thinks he has a disease and decides to go to a psychiatrist. “Doctor,” he said, “I am in a terrible trouble. Every time when I get into bed, I think there’s somebody under it. I get under the bed, I think there’s somebody on top of it. Top, under, top, under … you gotta help me, I’m going crazy!”
“Just put yourself in my hands for two years,” said the psychiatrist. “Come to me three times a week, and I’ll cure your fears.”
“How much do you charge?”
“A hundred dollars per visit.”
“I’ll sleep on it,” said Stifler.
Five months later the doctor met Stifler on the street.
“Why didn’t you ever come to see me again?” asked the psychiatrist.
“For a hundred buck’s a visit? A barman cured me for ten dollars.”
“Really ? But how?”
Stifler replies ; “He told me to cut the legs off the bed!”