I don't own harry potter or a stuffed rabbit.
"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME THUS, BITCH?" Harold James Potter screamed. "I asked you a question, goddamnit! ANSWER ME!"
The stuffed Rabbit remained silent.
Harry glared. "So it's going to be that way, huh..." He remarked in a dangerously quiet voice. "If you insist..." Harry proceeded in cutting off one of the rabbit's ears. "HA! what now bitch!" He screamed, waving the severed ear around and ignoring the stuffing that was being strewn about the room.
But the rabbit remianed silent.
Harry paced around the chair that the rabbit was tied to. "Tough guy, eh... Think you're too good to talk to me, eh? Well I know how to deal with tough guys!" Harry fixed jumper cables to the rabbit's ears and to a very powerful battery. Laughing like a maniac (which he clearly is), he flicked the switch and watched in twisted glee and the bunny rabbit exploded in a cloud of fluffy white stuffing.
"FWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA! GWAHAHAHAHAHA!" Harry was laughing more evily then volders had ever laughed in his life. He began feasting upon the remains of the bunny, when the Wizards Against Fanfiction Authors on Crack (WAFAC!) burst into the room and clubbed the author on the head, thus ending the feast on the poor bunny.
And that, children, is what happens when young Peppo feels like writing a morbid/humorous fanfic... DEAD BABIES! giggle
yeah... this was written after I broke my toe by jumping over a couch...I was on vicaden... and i was depressed because of certain things... so... i blame the vicaden... and yet i love this fanfic. XD
