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Seth Sepsis was eating his very last meal. After all the trials and the appeals have failed, he was condemned to death. Tonight was his execution night. Seth lived quite a life. Rape, murder of multiple men and women. It was all fun and games until they caught him. Now he chewed on his last piece of sausage.
In the background, the guards had the TV on. Seth smiled as he watched the screen. Charlie’s Angels, the original. With Farrah Facet Fawcett, Kate Jackson and Jaclyn Smith.
Seth suddenly remembered his childhood. The angels were some of his very first fantasies. Ofcource those fantasies were much darker than anything seen on TV. The opening credits finished. Seth knew he had about 5 more minutes before his meal was over. 5 more minutes to reminisce and ogle the beautiful girls.
“What sounds good for lunch?” began the Wendy’s commercial
“God damn it!” swore Seth. A commercial break. 5 minutes of relative freedom and he has to watch a wendy’s commercial with that untalented redhead from Wendy’s.
“All right, Sepsis, time to go” said the guard.
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Sepsis was strapped in to the electric chair. The priest read him his last rights as the families of hos victims watched in the background. This was a moment designed for reflection, but Seth was still thinking of Farrah Fawcett and that stupid Wendy’s girl. He was still pissed about the commercial
“Do you have any last words? Asked the priest.
“Yeah” said seth with a smirk, “See you in hell”
Moments later electricity flowed through his flesh. Seth’s last thoughts were on Farrah Fawcett. And that fine ass sitting on that couch. And with that thought, Seth embraced the eternal sleep….
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and then he woke. He stood at the corner of the room. Potted plants, Light brown shades conering a circular window, a red phone on the table. And the backs of three young women, tow brunettes and a blonde talking to a balding man
“But why can’t we ever meet him in person? Asked the blonde sitting on the couch.
“As per our agreement , Mrs Munroe, I am the only one who is to deal with him personally
“What the fuck!” exclaimed Seth. If he did not know any better, he would have thought he was in the pilot for Charlie’s Angels.
The four occupants of the room, startled, stared at Seth, now suddenly aware of his presence. Jill Munroe, Sabrina Duncan and Kelly Garrett stared at him in alarm. So did Scott Woodville.
“What are you doing here, young man. You are not authorized to be here. Woodville advanced toward him, his gun drawn. Seth wished he had a gun of his own. Then he felt it, the familiar cold steel against his fingers. He looked and saw a revolver. Without thinking, Seth aimed and fired. Woodville, stunned, fell backward, dead upon impaxct. The angels screamed in horror. Seth aimed his weapon at the women.
“Don’t fucking move!” he screamed. All three women with their hands up, did not move a muscle. It does not make any sense, Seth thought. He was supposed to be dead. What was he doing here? Why here? Why this episode?
“You!” Seth aimed the gun at Farrah/Jill. “What year is it?”
“It’s 1979” said Jill.
“Don’t you lie to me” screamed Seth pointing a gun at her head.
“I am not!” said Jill with fear in her eyes.
“It does not make any sense!” yelled Seth again. “What does this mean? That I can move from one tv show to another? What next? Bay watch?
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Seth felt the sun on his shoulders. He was no longer Charlie’s head quarters, but on a California beach. He looked up at the guard tower and saw none other than Pamela freakin Anderson.
“Holy shit! HAHAHAHA” Seth began to laugh maniacally. C.J Parker looked at him confused. “Are you ok, sir?”
Seth ignored her for now. His head was overwhelmed with possibilities. I can do tv shows! What else? Movies?
Seth thought of the first movie he remembered.
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Gone was the California sun, replaced by the cold fog of east Africa. He stood in the airport. Just a few feet away Humphrey Bogart looked deeply into Ingrid Bergman’s eyes
“Here is looking at you, kid.” Said Rick Blaine
“HHAHAHAHAHA!!!1” laughed Seth. He was a kid with an awesome new toy. What else can he do? Concerts
He stood in the middle of the stage. Ariana Grande’s “One last time” was blaring in the background.
Her long ponytail was so close he could reach it. And seth did, pulling it hard and toward him. Ariana fell backwards ar his feet. “Hey ! What the hell!” she screamed.
“What else was there?” thought Seth, “commercials?”
He stood in a Wendy dining room.
“What sounds good for lunch?” said the familiar voice.
Seth’s blood began to boil. He saw The familiar annoying red head. “You!” he screamed. Wendy was caught off guard as Seth advanced toward her.
Seht grabbed her by the hair and pinned her head against the table. “You made me miss the angels!” he screamed.
“Wha…” Wendy Began. She did not finish. Seth puled her head up and pulled his erect dick his pants. He shoved it in her mouth. Wendy did not have time to react or resist. Gluck Gluck Gluck. Seth throat fucked the bitch until he came inside her. Then he tossed he to the flood. Wendy lid there motionless, sobbing on the floor.
The possibilities were endless. Seth could go to any recorded show, movie, commercial. He had complete control. Whether by design or happy accident, he was not dead. And he now had control of his reality.
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