One day, Pepe the Frog was walking along, eating Papa John's Pizza and making America great again, when he met Harry Potter. Harry was a little kid, probably about five years old, because the Harry Potter books are for babies. Harry was with his friends, that flat-chested feminist bitch and the ginger kid who doesn't matter. I don't know their names because I'm too cool to read children's books.
"Stop making America so great!" whined Harry Potter in a whiny little voice because he was four years old. "You're a big meannie like Voldymort in the books I'm from!"
"READ ANOTHER BOOOOOK!" bellowed Pepe.
"The Harry Potter books are actually very sophisticated," the feminist bitch nagged. "They may seem like silly children's fantasy, but I've decided that they're a brilliant political treatise in which the good guys represent Antifa and the bad guys represent ordinary hard-working Americans."
"I'll defeat you like I defeated Volpymort!" declared three-year-old Harry Potter. "Peekaboo!" he shouted as he waved a stupid little twig. Nothing happened because FUCKING MAGIC ISN'T REAL.
Pepe laughed. Using his second amendment, he took out an assault rifle and fired it at two-year-old Harry Potter's little twig. The twig broke and one-year-old Harry Potter started to cry because his dumb toy was gone, so Pepe quieted newborn Harry Potter by putting a pacifier into his mouth.
Then Pepe used his mighty penis to tame the flat-chested bitch so that she would give up her wicked feminist ways and read books for adults. And nothing happened to the ginger kid who doesn't matter because he doesn't matter.