Bill Cosby sat in his isolation cell waiting for his next chance to go outside. He was allowed two hours in the morning and an additional two hours in the evening to be in the yard and he was looking forward to it. The outside helped him clear his mind and partially alleviate his stress. A few hours passed and a few phone calls were responded to. Bill Cosby also had sex offender counseling that day sense he was titled "Thirsty Motherf*cker"- Oops I mean "Sexually Violent Predator".
A white guard came to his cell and tapped on the door to make sure he was awake, "Come with me." Bill Cosby's gloomy eyes made its way to the guard's. He stood up and walked toward the exit of the cell. As he entered the hallway he realized the there were more than one guard. There were about 6 guards that were all white and were all smiling michevousously, like they were gonna do something. They looked at each other and held up the okay sign and nodded.
They started slowly surrounding and approaching Bill Cosby while pulling out their white thingys. These white thingys released a gas and when Bill Cosby breathed it in his vision became blurry and his movements became sluggish. He wasn't stupid and knew what was happening, but there was nothing he could do to prevent it. He was a frail old man no longer capable of defending himself or assaulting women anymore.
He was nerfed by the gas and his black power slowly depleted. The guard who called Bill pulled down his pants and stroke first, the rub wasn't hard, but It did considerable damage considering Bill Cosby's age(81). Even though he knew he stood no chance the remaining black inside of him caused him to resist.
"Ha! This negger think he can stop us!" said the whitest one there.
A powerful punch was thrown right into Bill's face and He was beaten to the floor by their mega soft white sticks. His last thought was " how ironic". He then passed out as the sounds of fapping around him faded away and everything went dark…
Bill Cosby awoke to a silent darkness. He could not smell or feel anything. He tried to shout, but it was to no avail. He desperately tried to breathe, but it felt as if his lungs were non-existent, as if his attempts to breath didn't happen. Bill Cosby tried to swing around his limbs but he felt nothing. It felt to him that he was only consciousness and nothing more.
He searched his memories. Nothing, no names, no places, no anything. He continued thinking to himself in an unfamiliar language. To him, he was communicating to himself using unfamiliar sounds that he could somehow understand.
His thoughts were quickly interrupted as the darkness that surrounded him suddenly turned to light. His five senses returned and he began to observe his surroundings. He looked around, smelt the air, and listened closely as he tried to grasp his surrounding. White, all around him was white and a sweet fragrance filled his nose.
He couldn't understand what this smell was all he could think of was of how nice it smelt. He continued to breath in when Bill realized he had a body. He looked at himself as he realized he was just a naked human male that was floating in this empty white space, alone. He was satisfied to learn the he was not only consciousness and that he had a body, but this was not enough to appease his curiosity.
Bill Cosby struggled trying to remember something, to see something, to understand. He couldn't feel happiness for having a body. All that he could feel was sadness and anger. He swung his arms in an attempt to pacify this anger.
Twenty rotations later from the force of his flailing arms, He felt dizzy. Bill was still angry but he he couldn't continue to express it and had to wait until my dizziness died down. His mind filled with distress as he floated there, in the infinite white abyss. There was no one there except for him. Or that's what he believed.
Eight tables materialized around him, tables similar to a judge's. Behind each of the tables stood a White Person acting as a judge, very familiar white people that Bill still didn't recognize. One of the white people who looked like a skeleton snapped his fingers. The other judges looked at the skeleton like one in disappointment as Bill's mind instantly filled with his memories.
"What's goin...Who are- Wait are you Michael Jackson?!" Bill Cosby quickly recognized the mysterious skeletal-like judge. One of the judges who looked the most frustrated with Michael Jackson and also had a top hat spoke up.
"Why did you do that! The memories were taken as punishment, you technically aren't white and we can take you off the council if you keep making mistakes!" The Judge was enraged, but after seeing how familiar this person was Bill Cosby was even more confused.
Bill Cosby was completely sure this person was Abraham Lincoln. Two people who were extremely familiar and on a pedestal dressed like a judge could be no coincidence and Bill Cosby was completely sure this was no imagination. He tried to spin himself around to see who these people were because he felt like he would recognize them.
"Stop ya flailin' negger! Listen closely, We are the White Council of the afterlife, we here to judge ya and decide where ya go in da next life. We may punish ya or bless ya dependin' on what ya did in da past and it look like to me dat ya ain't did nothin' good," said a person with a southern accent so bad that it hurt your brain to try and read it, "And if ya wonderin' what ma name's, it's Joshua John Ward."
Bill Cosby listened as he focused his view onto the man's enormous forehead, though he didn't say anything because he was afraid of what they could do to him. He had a ton of questions, but he didn't ask because he felt like they were already going to be answered.
"HeeHee! Bill Cosby, you probably already know who I am, but I will still introduce myself, the names Michael Jackson and I'm the newest member to the White Council. During my lifetime I joined the KKK and slowly converted to white, I was told I had the mission of assaulting five children-"
"Nein Nein Nein! Michael this isn't about you! We have to get on with judging this insolent fool, you're just taking up my precious time!" Bill Cosby instantly recognized who this was, Adolf Hitler.
"Oh sorry, I'll stop talking about myself...HeeHee!"
"Nein Nein Nein! Stop with the stupid heehee stuff! It's getting on my nerves! Dummkopf."
"Why can't I say HeeHee! It's not fair because you get to say Nein! HeeHee!"
"BECAUSE THAT'S AN ACTUAL WORD, VERZÖGERN!" Hitler was shouting to the top of his German lungs. All Michael Jackson could do was let the wave of German backlash wash over his body and weep.
"Let's get on with the judging," said Lincoln with the intent of changing the subject from Hitler and Michael Jackson.
"Haha! I can't stop laughing!" another white man with an out of style hairdo, Elvis Presley, "Ha! Okay I'll stop!"
"Please do, now we will discuss what will happen to you if you are found guilty," Abraham's eyes were dead serious, he was ready for the judging to begin.
Bill Cosby could see the seriousness and opened his mouth to protest " I didn't do anything it was the bbq sauce."
"WHAT" said all the white men together
" Yea my bbq sauce makes all the people who eat it get huggy buggy."
"Bbq sauce is not an excuse for what you did, those women were forced to down your sauce and have to face the effects of it. You made them want to get buggy buggy. You caused their hornyness."
" So now you will get cursed with whiteness because of your crimes."
For bill Cosby this would be a big deal but little did he know he was about to meet a second counsel...