Good one.
.Pegasus
Ok so you kick the bucket and low and behold there is a heaven.
You walk up to the pearly gates kinda surprised you got the ticket for this ride and wondering if there are technicalities folks get in on when you hear a deep familiar voice. Expecting St Pete with a book of your life you're a bit shocked to see Morpheus from the Matrix but hey, this is Heaven, and surely Morpheus deserves a place up here. He smirks and says, "I know what you're thinking, we don't let you in on the review of your deeds. If you weren't cleared we wouldn't have spent the virgins to get your ass here." You shrug and smile as you look over his shoulder and see Chris fucking Hemsworth and ask Morpheus, "The fuck! When did he die? I just kicked the can and he was hamming it up on the tube, what gives Morph ol pal?" Morpheus turns back and continues, "Oh him? He isn't dead, we hired him for services to be paid for in his life. You shoulda seen the poor fucker the first time Big Man brought him in, whoa mama, he wasn't so flawless then.... but now he's the charmer you see before you. God is sure mysterious, no?" He turns back to you with a smile. "...... yeah.... mystery...." you manage.
Morpheus suddenly tenses as if remembering he is on a schedule and says ,"Alright, are you gonna let me do my thing? Judas does the tour, he is in receiving and you will have a chance to pump him for your celeb list when you conclude your death party."
"This is a party!?"
"It is..."
"Nice!"
".... may I..."
"Carry on, Morph!"
"In my left hand is a blue pill, if you take it you will be joining in with Chris in the room over here on my left." His hand trails up to guide your gaze in time to see Mr Hemsworth throwing some straps over his shirtless shoulder with.... yep, they are.... some pretty good size strap on cocks attached to them. He glances at you with a wink before disappearing behind the door. You mutter some more about God's mysteries and Morpheus shudders before going on. "In my right hand is the red pill, which upon taking you will be joining these fifty three studs for the blowbang in the room here to my right."
It would have been hard for Stevie Wonder not to stare at the site of the entire active roster of the Green Bay Packers shuffling in to the room without a thread to conceal their bits and pieces. You ponder briefly the strings pulled and virgins spent for this masterpiece but you already know what pill is for you. With a greedy look you turn back to Morpheus who is looking relieved to not be patted down for the story on the Packers.
"So, which one... red... or blue?"