You summoned us, the largest head said.
“I did.”
We are in debt. Your desire is our command.
“I need someone to die.”
Do you have what’s needed?
He held his hand out, revealed a hairbrush. It burst into fire.
It’s done.
He walked up the stairs to his house, his heart beating at high speed. He heard the TV from the livingroom.
She was sitting on the couch, back towards him.
“Hi, honey…” He said, carefully.
No answer.
He let out a little scream when he saw her, turned away. Catching his breath he forced himself to look. Her face was twisted in a strange way, her mouth wide open. Pain. Her eyes seemed to be popping out of her scull.
He sat down beside her, grabbed the remote to change the channel. After all these years it was finally his.
Fictionspawn 
Very clever. Nicely done!
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Thank you.
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I always find it’s the other way around. Get me the head, although I don’t wish him dead,
a little gentle persuasion might even the odds of my getting my share of the television! 😉
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Well, in this case he’s been quite repressed on the television-area… He hasn’t seen X-factor in years, his favourite show 😀
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Clearly that calls for some drastic action…
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LOL! Some people will do anything to be in control of the remote!
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It’s not called the remote CONTROL for nothing…
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😀
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Quite extreme lengths but sometimes, when you’re forced to watch reality TV 24/7, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.
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It was self defence, your Honour. I swear on my mother’s grave.
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Like it 🙂
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Thanks!
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Cheeky bastard 😀 But it’s a universal fight – one we’ve all taken part in!
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He won at last.
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About time!
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The ending 😂
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Thanks!
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