The lethal stereo of Al Proctor

Al Proctor used to listen to his quadraphonic 8-track tapes in his computerized stereo, Celestion brand, which he bought in 1976, a real prodigy of the infernal Japanese technology.
The stereo was inter-connected to a Japanese computer (Sony), and the immense speakers looked like two exponential walls, the sound was natural sensurround and the stereo resolution was so nityd, that sometimes, it was scary.
Frequently Al Proctor was seated in front of that miracle of the technology, drinking a nice, large glass of whiskey while listening to the last Raffaella Carrà, Julio Iglesias or ABBA albums.

One sunny day he was playing Albano & Romina Power, and Démis Roussos out loud, and the neighbors knocked on the door to complain, Al Proctor didn't pay attention to them and kept on listening hys HI-FI Celestion computerized stereo, so they started throwing potatoes, eggs, rotting  tomatoes and Italian oranges at his door, Al Proctor had a marsupial pet, and the poor animal got hysteric and scratched the Al Proctor's face, disfiguring him horribly.

After these tremendous events, Al Proctor did swear revenge: after re-constructing his face and testicular bag himself by means of aesthetic surgery, Al Proctor bought the complete Black Sabbad collection on quadraphonic 8-track tapes, the heaviest Heavy Metal music in the world, in order to deafen the neighbors, in the most terrible sonic revenge of the history: the neighbors would get deaf forever HAHAHA!

Al Proctor introduced a copy of "Sabotage" in the deck and pressed play
after a calm intro, the guitar riffs and the dense bass sound started making the walls shiver and shake, but Al Proctor had a terrible idea: he decided to set the stereo at maximum sound volume.

Suddenly, Al Proctor felt a strange sensation running up and down hys body, the sound of Black Sabbad was actually moving him physically out of his chair, the aural mass was becoming gradually tangyble, like an electromagnetyc bläck ball inundating the room...then, during the specially high-pytched solo on "Symptom of the Universe", the leonine subsonic waves made Al Proctor levitate, so that hys head touched the ceiling...the sound was getting out of control, and now looked like a white typhoon emanating from the speakers

desperate, Al Proctor tried to put hys feet on the floor to turn off the stereo, but the extreme noise gushing from the stereo became as solyd as flesh, keeping him levitating in the air of the room like a feather.

The outcome was nefarious and mysterious: during the solo of "Thrill of It All", one zillion sharp soundwaves crossed through the Al Proctor's brain, like a dementia, 70.000 nightmares were envisioned by hys retina in a few seconds, when the titanic mass of sound acquired a rare wave acceleration.

Proctor realized with horror that now, hys body was being attracted toward the speakers, by means of insurmountable electromagnetyc radiation, now!
Now, now the noiseball coming from the hellish speakers started sucking hym! Like a whirlpool, like a sort of Compton wavelength or black hole...the sonyc weight was making hym levitate toward the speakers fatally, closer, closer, closer...

In one flashy second and forever the speakers swallowed Al Proctor, right when the "Supertzar" intro started, he disappeared into the wall of sound dissolved into the aural torrent like an angel of gauze and mozzarella (?)
the immense clash of energies auto-destroyed the stereo capturing Al Proctor inside, AHH HAVE MERCY!

Caught forever into...into what?

Into an unknown dimension?
An ignored parallel magnitude?
An absurd spatial extent?

The case was analyzed by the infamous Japanese New Age mentalist Moto Suzuki, by means of angelology and magnetic pyramids, Suzuki suggested that Al Proctor could actually be caged into death, but alive.


























Caged alive in...****.