an: Of corse u can due a dramatic reeding, CheeseCrumpet. Anytheng 2 spread the WORKERS REVOUKTIUION! TalysAlankil, ur petit burgeoiusiseie wid false consciouseness. JADEROOK, HOW FUCKING DARE U CALL ME BOURGEISEIE! Ill have u know my lif ov fucking proltetarian class sturgle is REALLY HARD!

"We've got to get into the same cell," I said in a proactive revolutionary voice of the ninety-nine percent.

"I know!" said Tonks eurekally. "I'll use my Metamorphmagus powers to grow big proletarian muscles and push down this fucking wall of capitalist oppression!" I heard the sound of her growing and then a ripping sound.

"Oh, no!" she said. "When I grew my muscles, all my clothes got tattered and I'm naked now. I don't want to have to be concerned with a concept as bourgeois as modesty while we're in a life-or-death situation. You can be mature about my body, can't you?"

"Don't worry, I never stare at girls," I said truthfully. "I'm way too sophisticated and focused on class struggle to pay much attention to their enticing body parts."

"That's good," said Tonks nakedly. "You know, it's amazing how different you are than most teenage boys. Most boys your age only care about boobs and sex, but you're entirely focused on securing communist freedom for the working-class proletariat."

"Yeah, I know," I said humbly in a working man's voice. "I try not to make a big deal about it because the cause of socialist revolution is so much more fucking important! Still, you pushing the wall by yourself might not be enough. I hate to talk about something as bourgeois as my appearance, but I'm basically a hunk now. It turns out flying around on a broomstick playing Quidditch all day is really good for building your wizard muscles."

"What are you suggesting?" asked Tonks progressively.

"I'll push on one side of the wall and you push on the other side," I explained in an anti-imperialist way. "That way, we'll rotate the wall around like with the secret passages in that fucking bourgeois computer game The Sims 3: World Adventures!"

We did that. I pushed on the wall with my big masculine muscles while Tonks pushed the other way and it turned around easily DUE TO OUR PROLETARIAN STRENGTH. My heart swelled knowing the revolutionary will of the fucking people was being fulfilled rebelliously. I unlustfully looked at Tonks as she stepped out behind the wall and her muscles shrunk down to normal, restoring her incredible nude figure with no clothes on.

"I'm glad to hear that it sounds like you've embraced communism," she said as I paid no attention to her magnificent exposed breasts with their erect nipples. "I've come to realize it's the only thing which will fucking set the proletariat free from bourgeois capitalism."

"So have I," said I awesomely and I pulled off my sweatband, proletarianly revealing the fucking hammer and sickle on my forehead!