The crazy turned, swinging the curtain pole at the woman. Jimmy saw his chance to have another whack at bringing the bastard down, and looked around for options. A knife was on the counter, but it was small, used for de-scaling fish. There was also an egg beater, hanging up on the wall next to him, but it was wooden and he was unsure if it'd get the job done.

Then he saw the microwave. An industrial sized, professional cooking micro-oven of a beast. Jimmy used it to warm up the frozen food they had stored enmasse - Sheldon's Sushi Bar may have advertised fresh ingredients, but the reality was very different. Seizing the opportunity, he threw his shoulder into the back of the lunatic, causing the man to sprawl to the floor. Then, turning quickly, he grabbed the microwave - all 50 kilos of it - and held it over the crazy's head.

"Say good night," Jimmy said smugly, admiring his rapid comment making improvements.

He dropped the microwave, and it crushed the crazy's head into a wide reaching gory messy of skull shards and brain fragments. 

Jimmy stood for a few seconds, admiring the mess, and breathing heavily. Eventually, he came to notice the woman, and gave her a friendly nod. 

"Jimmy Jameson," he said, holding out his hand. "A real pleasure."