The T.V. Was Shot

The TV was shot. The video was fucked. That pissed Gregory off. The illicit porno had flashed up briefly - the screen awash with erotic copulating sweating flesh - then it crackled and blurred at the edges before totally disintegrating into a fuzzy storm of white and black dots. Gregory strained his eyes - for a second he thought he could make out a silhouette of something moving - possibly something of humanoid origin...FUCK!!! He threw his tissues down on the ground and did up his pants. This fucking thing was useless. He remembered back to the bespectacled Chinese man at the electrical shop. "See? Work very well. Good picture - see - very good price. You buy? You buy now?" The Chinese man almost attacked Gregory with his predictable verging-on-gibberish pigeon-English ranting. "VERY VERY GOOD PICTURE! VIDEO CHEAP AND WORK WELL! YOU BUY NOW!" "OKAY!!!" Gregory relented and forked over the $50 for the video and another $70 for the TV. As he was trundling them out he caught sight of a video lying on its side on the top of a shelf. "Asian Butt Bangers". Gregory broke speed limits on his way home.
Gregory stood in front of the snow-balling screen. His balls blue-balling. His lips stretched back in an evil snarl and he contemplated beating his new purchase into a thousand electrical pieces. But something caught his eye. There was movement on the screen again. This time it seemed slightly clearer. He peered closer - his face inches from the screen. That was definitely movement - was that a woman's silicon-enhanced breast? Possibly a giant rubberized dildo? Maybe just someone's leg? He peered closer still...
A snow-balling white-static noise of an arm reached out from the screen and gripped his shoulder. He reared back and instinctively tried to break away from its calculating grasp. But the arm pulled him closer, closer, closer into the TV.
Gregory found himself strapped to a bed covered with plastic sheets. The bed was shimmering and covered with a fuzzy snow-ball effect. He was naked - his own body awash in white noise electrical snow-storms. He peered out into the fuzzy blurry snow-balling room. His sense of perception was shot. His optical sensors couldn't get a grip on his surroundings.
He could make out a silhouette coming closer...It was the bespectacled Chinese man form the electrical shop! He was naked and a fuzzy snow-balling appendage hung low from his groin. "VERY VERY GOOD PICTURE! YOU ARE CHEAP AND WORK WELL! YOU WILL BE IN MOVIE - YES? I MAIN STAR - YOU LOVER! I MAKE LOVE TO YOU NOW YES?" Gregory's lips curled back in a silent scream of excruciating terror...From somewhere he swore he could hear bad 70s disco music with a bad guitar solo playing up a storm.

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