The secret was out. Seymour was in seclusion when the seaplane hit the serf (surf, I know.) The servants, who were seeking Seymour, were searching in the seaweed near the seawall; where they had seen seahorses in the sediment. Seymour’s sexy secretary had selfishly selected a second segment of the beach for sentimental reasons. It was that section where Seymour seemingly severed his seven season relationship with a semipro serfer (That’s two. I’m sorry.)
That semipro was Selma. She had conducted séances for the seasick seamen, who had suffered setbacks listening to sermons at the senior senter (oops.) Sedatives issued during the seminars had a secondary effect on the sentries, who were searching throughout the serfdom for Senator Sealberg and his security team.
Near a grove of sequoias were three senior senors, who were well into their seventies. They were accompanied by a set of señoritas, and, senoras, who were separated by some sellers of seltzer by the six pack. It was a seedy section of the settlement, where serial killers were rumored to have seized several señoritas near the sewage treatment sections.
Seventeen seven year olds, who lived on Sesame Street, needed serum to aid them in their seesaw battle with seizures. Seven señoras, wearing serapes, sent second helpings of seal drumsticks seasoned with sesame seeds that had been sealifted by seaplanes to the settlement. Senator Sealberg took several seconds to respond to the semaphore flags, which were announcing the arrival of Serotonin shipments from Senora and Seattle.
A sevenfold increase in seaweed in the seawater, made for a seamless segue about seventh-grade students using semicolons in their sentences. The semifinal tests for this semester concerned the use of semisoft serpents in a sequence of sessions, to try and determine the value of seatbelts on serpents in a four-door sedan. The serpent’s seatmates would be sedated to avoid severe seizures.
A secretive section of the settlement remained in seclusion. Seven of the sexy, sequined seventeen-year-old serape draped señoritas serenaded the sergeants, who had seceded from the Sentinel forces. Meanwhile, seventeen semibald seamen, who had been seething about the selection of second year seminarians to conduct services in the settlement, charged the sentries, severely wounding two of them.
A senile senior noticed seepage at the seawall that he was painting with semigloss enamel. He had seldom seen seepage in September, and was concerned that it would seriously affect the sewage services in the settlement. The sealskin season separated the seats from the seatbacks in the sedans with serial numbers seven through seven million.
Several seraphim sent seedless grapefruit sections as a sendoff to the seamen, who had served selflessly as seed sellers to that segment of the settlement that had seceded from the garrison. They watched a Peter Sellers flik, filmed in sepia tones, for a second time, while waiting for the next séance session to begin.
A sequence of setbacks would separate the sentimental from the serious; both sides being serviced by self promoting segregationists. Seahorses were saddled and sent to seek the seers from the seven kingdoms, to do battle with Seymour’s secretary. As an old submarine captain once said, “Ship sighted, Sank same.”
Abandon ship!