By: insanitarium
Hermione was sitting at home, being a diseased prostitute just like your mother. Suddenly, it occurred to her to share her opinion of you. She opened wide her plaque covered maw, and said "I can't stand you people. You always write terrible, terrible stories about me. And you! Reading those stories, you're just encouraging those lifeless losers. I have have a mind to march down to the trailer park you crawled out of and murder your pets, much like the lawnmower outside is doing at this very moment! I want to burn your house to the ground, much like your drunk of a father will do in a drunken rage while you slumber. I'd steal your money, but then your diseased prostitute of a mother would have to work a doubleshift. Oh well, you'll probably commit suicide within the next month, inspired by a glance into the mirror."
At that moment, she quit talking. Proceeding to her car, she drove to her girlfriend's house to have sex, something you'll probably never experience, you sad shell of a human being you!
THE END