But anyway... while stepping out of the house one morning, you die in a freak accident. Apparently a meteor blazed out of the sky straight towards you. While it mainly disintegrated in the atmosphere enough remained to fly into your open mouth and lodge itself in your throat. Them's the breaks.
Upon your demise, you find yourself in Hell. Some of you learn that I had sold Satan a bulk load of unsorted souls for $125 each. You don't have much time to worry about it though because you're about to be sentenced to your torture.
"AsylumReader001, we have determined that, as you stared at a screen in life, so shall you in death. You will spend the rest of eternity watching horrid sit-coms, never getting up nor averting your glance from the images that will torment you forever!
...But, it seems we have two chairs available and I'm in a good mood. So, I'll let you choose. You may spend eternity watching either Full House or you may spend it 'enjoying' Family Matters. I have things to attend to, so now CHOOSE!"
Satan doesn't have all day, so what's it going to be?
How rude! I'm going to watch Full House: | 33 (68.8%) | |
I'm going to practice my Urkel laugh with an eternity of Family Matters: | 15 (31.2%) | |
Total: | 48 |
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Edited, Jun 16th 2006 at 1:31am EDT by Jophiel