Chapter 4
The monkey fleww through the air fondling Harry's man-breasts and trying to pop the spot beneath his right nostril. As Harry's body collided with an oncoming band wagon, the mothership of all band wagons closed in around "Harry".
'Oh cripes it's all going potty for I, methinks!' Harry ejaculated.
But in a freakl coincidence, the weasel on a rebound off Steve Irwin walloped Harry in the face and his mon key brain flew in a shower of uncooked pasta from his ear and was caught in the turbines of an oncoming jet.
'OoooooooooooooooOooooh! Pasta!'exclaimed the flight attendant who happened to be Hornmione, Hermione's slut sister. Harry, now with no brain what- soever collapsed in a heap cryin 'Antiquityyyyyyyyy!'
Meanwhile, in Australia, Pikachu and Steve were battling it out on pokemon challenge for the ultimate prize of meeting Ash, the star of the epilepsy- inducing cartoon.
'Aurgh fackadoodle, that swivvle right hook is undefendable, even boi myoi standards!'Steve cried throwing a frenzious punch in the diretion of Pikachu's manhood...
Little did he know that all the pokemon had had their man/womanhood removed by Proffesor Oak. . . bastard. Or professor Bastard as he's often known....
Meanwhile Harry was fondling radishes crying '1ST QUOTE CAR INSURANCE!!'
A random ethnic minority extra lepapt on to the scene crying 'That was wicked Harry!' Harry replied –
'Oooooooo, uhhhhhhh, oooooohhh yehhhhhh-WHAT D'YU MEAN I CAN'T GIVE BIRTH TO A MOOSE?!' Harry stood up brandishing his trusty radish and took a hefty swing in the direction of Proffesor Anus McPing-Pong Pussy, the new Proffesor of Dark Arts teacher.....the now ex Professor of Dark Arts....
Meanwhile Steve Irwin was holding Pikachu in a headlock demanding that he admit that he used a secret code enabling Pikachu to achieve the super indecisive "one-two" on Pokemon challenge.
'You dirty rectum munching codswoblle, you won't be taggin' me any time soon!' Steve whipped out his snake stick and squared up with Pikachu...
'PIKKKKKKKKKACHUUUUUUU....' He roared and lept through the air in the direction of Steve's throbbing mendulla oblongata...
Meanwhile Potty Poop (as Harry was demanding to be called, with pain of radish swobbling till death do you part, he would cry).
'Potter, put th-' Franklin of Humbleduff cried.
'THAT'S POTTY POOP TO YOU, YOU INSENSITIVE PARENTAL SPANKER!' Potty Poop ejaculated at the top of his voice.
'Harry...I just want to love you again!' A ginger quaffle malingerer squelched in a ridiculously mad antelope impressionist voice.
'R-R-Ronnykins? My love? My poodle spankee?'
'Yes poodle poosh pringle, it's me....' Ron sobbed through a mouthful of Harry's favourite esparagus'.... Potty Poop lept down from the refuge of his cannon tower (you know the one from Age of Empires 2 with the massive gun and blam, blam! BLAM!! Sorry about that anyway moving on...)and careened towards the ginger headlamp on the horizon christened Ron.
Slow motion running
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.............TO BE CONTINUED.......
The monkey fleww through the air fondling Harry's man-breasts and trying to pop the spot beneath his right nostril. As Harry's body collided with an oncoming band wagon, the mothership of all band wagons closed in around "Harry".
'Oh cripes it's all going potty for I, methinks!' Harry ejaculated.
But in a freakl coincidence, the weasel on a rebound off Steve Irwin walloped Harry in the face and his mon key brain flew in a shower of uncooked pasta from his ear and was caught in the turbines of an oncoming jet.
'OoooooooooooooooOooooh! Pasta!'exclaimed the flight attendant who happened to be Hornmione, Hermione's slut sister. Harry, now with no brain what- soever collapsed in a heap cryin 'Antiquityyyyyyyyy!'
Meanwhile, in Australia, Pikachu and Steve were battling it out on pokemon challenge for the ultimate prize of meeting Ash, the star of the epilepsy- inducing cartoon.
'Aurgh fackadoodle, that swivvle right hook is undefendable, even boi myoi standards!'Steve cried throwing a frenzious punch in the diretion of Pikachu's manhood...
Little did he know that all the pokemon had had their man/womanhood removed by Proffesor Oak. . . bastard. Or professor Bastard as he's often known....
Meanwhile Harry was fondling radishes crying '1ST QUOTE CAR INSURANCE!!'
A random ethnic minority extra lepapt on to the scene crying 'That was wicked Harry!' Harry replied –
'Oooooooo, uhhhhhhh, oooooohhh yehhhhhh-WHAT D'YU MEAN I CAN'T GIVE BIRTH TO A MOOSE?!' Harry stood up brandishing his trusty radish and took a hefty swing in the direction of Proffesor Anus McPing-Pong Pussy, the new Proffesor of Dark Arts teacher.....the now ex Professor of Dark Arts....
Meanwhile Steve Irwin was holding Pikachu in a headlock demanding that he admit that he used a secret code enabling Pikachu to achieve the super indecisive "one-two" on Pokemon challenge.
'You dirty rectum munching codswoblle, you won't be taggin' me any time soon!' Steve whipped out his snake stick and squared up with Pikachu...
'PIKKKKKKKKKACHUUUUUUU....' He roared and lept through the air in the direction of Steve's throbbing mendulla oblongata...
Meanwhile Potty Poop (as Harry was demanding to be called, with pain of radish swobbling till death do you part, he would cry).
'Potter, put th-' Franklin of Humbleduff cried.
'THAT'S POTTY POOP TO YOU, YOU INSENSITIVE PARENTAL SPANKER!' Potty Poop ejaculated at the top of his voice.
'Harry...I just want to love you again!' A ginger quaffle malingerer squelched in a ridiculously mad antelope impressionist voice.
'R-R-Ronnykins? My love? My poodle spankee?'
'Yes poodle poosh pringle, it's me....' Ron sobbed through a mouthful of Harry's favourite esparagus'.... Potty Poop lept down from the refuge of his cannon tower (you know the one from Age of Empires 2 with the massive gun and blam, blam! BLAM!! Sorry about that anyway moving on...)and careened towards the ginger headlamp on the horizon christened Ron.
Slow motion running
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.............TO BE CONTINUED.......