“AAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD were back with I BET YOU WOULD!”



Dominic makes his way over to the tools while trying to gather his pants which are still dragging on the ground. Dorothy is panting and shaking because without even a touch, she knows this is going to hurt badly. Morbid stands a few feet behind and watches with the blood lust hard in his eyes.





Morbid Angel-”OK, Dorothy. Let’s make you a MILLIONAIRE!”



With those words he bites his bottom lip due to the anticipation of pain and blood. If the cameras would pay more attention they would have noticed a tightness in his pants as Dominic slowly lowered his shaky hand down onto the soft, warm flesh of Dorothy. The camera zooms in on the blade slowly sinking into the flesh; brown crust looms on the blade as well as noticeable gouges on the razor edge which most likely come from trying to cut things that shouldn't be cut with a scalpel.
Blood starts to run and the short razor blade reaches its hilt and then some. Dorothy starts to scream as Dominic pushes in the aggressive metal handle used for better grip during wet situations. Dominic let go of the blade with a kind of child-like fear of the screaming. Dorothy’s hand twitched as did the shinning steel handle. Morbid Angel moves in for a better view of the carnage as he slowly strokes the long stemmed microphone.

After Dominic got his grip on reality he goes back to wiggle the impaling instrument back and forth in a sawing fashion. Sweat starts to drip as he doesn't want to fuck up, so much sweat in fact that it was dripping quickly down his dirty arm, to his dirty fingers grasping the scalpel, the filthy sweat which is naturally combined with urine, danced on his fingertips, soaking up all the filth under the nails. As it does, a bar rolls across the screen reading “97% of all humans have feces underneath their finger nails. 75% of all humans have more than their own feces under their nails” as the sweat drips down the scalpel hilt and into the opened flesh!

Morbid Angel gets closer as the screams get louder. Dominic was trying to get through the bone but fell short at his task because the blade being previously dulled, a scalpel is not designed to cut through bone, it is more for sheering through muscles and veins. There was so much blood running that there was a risk of bleeding out and Dominic started to get scared from all the noise, Morbid had to step in with questions.






Morbid Angel-”Dominic, are you stuck?”

Dominic Johanson-”Yeah, the knife thing is in the bone.”



Morbid Angel-”What do you think you should do?”




Dominic thinks for a few moments, scratching his head with his filthy and bloody hand.




Dominic Johanson-”I don’t know…”




Morbid goes closer to Dorothy who has tears streaming down her face and screaming in pain. He consoles her in her time of superior discomfort or what he believes to be something of comfort.

He runs his hand through her hair in an attempt to comfort her, the touch was gentle and at first she thought Morbid cared for her, making her feel that everything was going to be OK and he was going to let her go with the money for allowing this act to continue for so long with no finish in sight. Morbid leans down and looks at her eyes. He sees her comfort in him.




Morbid Angel-”For one Million off the winnings I will tell poor Dominic the correct way to finish the job.”




Without much thought, Dorothy agreed to the terms, pain will trump most amounts of money quickly. If being tortured most would agree to sell their own children depending on the degree of pain, anyone saying otherwise is a liar.
Morbid nods and walks over behind Dominic who was still confused by the blade not going through the bone.





Morbid Angel-”Pull that scalpel out and cut around the bones with it, in fact once you make it all the way around I want you to stick your fingers in the gash and pull it down. That should show you the joints and from there you can take the blade and stick it into the joint and pop it free after making a gap. You might need to cut away the tendons holding the thumb on but that is easy. Then add the salt and use that soldering iron to close the veins, dump some salt, sew it up and dump more salt before bandaging it up. Any questions? No…Good!”



With those words Dominic goes back to work and follows Morbid’s exact instructions. As he was popping the thumb joint to finish the removal, Dorothy started to fall into shock and started to pass out. EMT’s on hand rush to her aid to wake her up.





Morbid Angel-”Remember ladies and gentlemen, if she passes out it is $100,000 every 30 seconds until she awakes off the grand prize!”



As the EMT team work on Dorothy a timer appears at the corner of the screen and is starts to rack up quickly, after hooking her up to a monitor to make sure it wasn’t death she was slipping into they begin to bring her around to conscience! Two minutes and 30 seconds later!
Dorothy awoke screaming as Dominic finished the deed with light gauze wrapping.
The crowd screams and claps as Dorothy is released from the table, Morbid helps her over to the two million dollar table.






Morbid Angel-”AND, here are your winnings!”



A group of people walk in with a briefcase and load it with $500,000 and pass it off to Morbid Angel who hands it to Dorothy.






Morbid Angel-”Here you go! $470,000!”




Dorothy looked kind of angry given that it was suppose to be a two million dollar prize.




Dorothy Ritbacker-”Two million?”




Morbid let out a friendly yet warning chuckle.






Morbid Angel-”One million for my instructions to Dominic to finish the job, $500,000 for the two minutes and thirty seconds you spent unconscious. What’s the point of such a prize if you can spend it asleep? Plus the $10,000 for each looked at prize. Thank you for playing I BET YOU WOULD!”




Morbid gives her a nudge towards the side of the stage and then faces the audience to address the many fans here and at home.






Morbid Angel-”We’ll be right back after these messages!”







Cheesy music plays in some random bedroom somewhere across the world, clothes thrown about and some tussling in the bed which insinuates some kind of sexual activity.
As the camera zooms around the room and getting ever so closer to the bed you can hear slight groans coming from beneath the sheets.


“Are you sexually active with more than one partner?” said a moderate male voice.

“Do you run the chances of catching any number of sexually transmitted diseases?”



A few grunts later an apparent orgasm happened as the sheets are lowered showing two men in bed sweating.



Man one-“What was your name again?” he said panting for more oxygen.



“Sometimes when passion calls it is too quick and leaving us with questions to what we were just in.”



The second man gets up from the bed looking insulted. He waddles to the bathroom being careful not to drop any spermatic semen on the new looking carpet. As the bathroom door shuts the first man quickly sits up and pours some vodka on his spent member, as the vodka hit it quickly dissipated from the burn.




“This wouldn’t be necessary if he brought out NEW “Butt Brother” travel pack by Bawls & ”



On the nightstand next to the bed there was a “Butt Brother” pack.



“The “Butt Brother” consists of one triple ply condom with advanced STD blocking technology. One full pack of our patented Anal Douche, recommended by most adult anal kings, one tube of KilzJiz, America’s top selling spermicide and to finish off the pack with a bottle of Bottom Cleanse! The only cleanser that will flush away STD’s like they were never there!”



The bathroom door cracks open and the man pokes his head out to see the other looking at his Butt Brother pack.



Man two-“I have AIDS…so you know.”



“Butt Brother could have saved this from ever happening”


Man two-“FUCKKKKKKKKKK!” He screamed as he threw himself down onto the bed in a fit.









Pest walks out into a field of 12 year old girls braiding their hair and talking about boys.



Mr WGWF:How are your breasts developing, girls? Are they almost ready for a real bra, but not quite? Do you need a training bra? Sure, everyone does. Except Peter Gilmour and Vinnie Lane, those two bitches popped up with some F cups as soon as puberty hit them. We at Word's Greatest Fed have launched a new line of training bras just for you! The preteen girls! These bras are built for comfort, versatility, and sex appeal. Because when you think of preteen girls, who doesn't think of sex appeal? I know I do. Come on down and order yours now. We also have Pest brand tampons, come put me in your daughter.



Pest grabs a girl, who looks to be about 14, the oldest of the lot, and he walks off the field with her.

“World’s Greatest Fed, The only bra that will hold those sensitive developing breasts like Mr. WGWF himself would. Doctor recommended and mother approved”

A camera zooms through a cemetery and up to a tall, well dressed and well built man. This man was Morbid Angel! He had his arms out as if to welcome people in a friendly way.





Morbid Angel-“Hello, I am Kyril Krizchiv, owner and operator of the Halls of Eternity funeral homes. I come before you this day to offer you Holiday deals for the recently departed from Earth!”



The camera cuts to Morbid inside one of his many funeral homes across America. The decor was calming, something that you wouldn't expect to see from something he owned. The camera goes into a room where a woman and her children kneel before a casket. Inside was a body and Morbid angel standing like a henchmen beside the currently decomposing.





Morbid Angel-“We offer a guarantee that you will get the best prices on burial costs, casket rentals, Urns, flowers, embalming and for a limited time only, if you die before Christmas you get a free headstone! So don’t delay now is the time for deals!”



Morbid points at the camera like he was selling used cars through a commercial.
The camera switches to Morbid Angel sitting in the display room where all the caskets are lined for viewing and future purchasing.







Morbid Angel-“We have here the “La Pieta” Casket, better known as the “Last Supper” Casket, made of 18 gauge steel with the fetching brown metallic with bronze brushed handles including a variety of plush interiors that will sooth the deceased to their final destination. Originally $5495.00, NOW for a limited time on sale for $1195.00.”


Then Morbid walks over to a shelf of Urns.




Morbid Angel-“Also for a limited time, we have Urns BUY ONE GET ONE FREE! For those bickering siblings that both want to keep dear mom on their mantle. We offer the Half and half. We will separate the ashes into not one BUY TWO Urns with a guarantee that each will get a direct half of their loving mother.”



The camera cuts to the outside of the Halls of Eternity funeral home where Morbid walks out with the mourning widow and her children, his arm was draped over her shoulder as if they were friends but she was just sad. Morbid looks at the camera and begins to speak.




Morbid Angel-“Remember, these deals are for a limited time so if a loved one is dead or dying don’t forget the Halls of Eternity, pre-orders are accepted but prices expire Christmas so don’t delay and act now! And remember, Life is temporary but the caskets we use are guaranteed for ETERNITY!”



The camera pans out to Morbid Angel yelling




Morbid Angel-“And Peter Gilmour is a fucking bitch!”






“It is time for our NEW contestants! Please welcome Christian Dumas!”



A young man about 20 comes out excited to be on the show, he was considered a handsome man with his entire life ahead of him. Morbid quickly moves in next to him while clapping for his excitement and following the audience’s lead.




Morbid Angel-“OK, Christian Dumas are you ready to play.”
With the help of the audience.

Morbid Angel-“I BET YOU WOULD!?”