DEATH TO HARRY POTTER

He lives in the house next to the house behind mine.
He's four-eyed and wizardy, and smells like pea soup.
Every time I make eye contact with him, he uses his powers to make something expensive fall and break.
That magical bastard needs to fry.


So the other day, I was reading pornography, when lo and behold, I see Harry Potter sneaking up on my little brother's deck of Yu-Gi-Oh! cards.


I of course turned into a small plastic defense soldier.
"FREEZE," I said. "STATE YOUR BUSINESS!"
Harry lifted his wand into the air and screamed, "NUNYA MUTHAFUCKAAAAH!!"




...so I shot da bitch.

Bwahahahaha.

Let's go on another Killing Spree!
You need therapy. Take me home.