One day, Wrath was beating up a hobo for spitting on the shoes he would have been wearing if he was wearing shoes (what?). The whole time he was beating up the homeless dude, he was all "A HAT! A HAT! A HAAAAAAAAAT!"

The hobo threw up for no reason, and then drove away with Elvis Presley. "I like bagels..." said Wrath, and then, flew away. When he arrived at the bagel store, he smashed the window open, and walked through the door. "Hi, I'd like to order a...umm...hmm...OAH I KNOWWW! I WANT CHRISTOPHER CYLOMBIS!"

The cashier paused. "Excuse me, but you spelled 'Columbus' wrong, so you gotta pay doub--"

"PISS OFF, GRANDPA! Y-Y-You know...YOU ARE SUCH AN ARROGANT BITCH, JULIE!" Wrath shouted. "My name is Tim!" The cashier said defencively. "Oh SURE! That's what CARMEN said toooo! Trend-setting little..."

"Calm down, sir...I don't want to have to call---" the cashier started but was cut off "CALL WHAT! THE AUTHORITIES! AH HAH! AH HAHA HAH!" Wrath screamed, foaming. The cashier reached for the phone. "Hello, 911? Hi, I have a drunk seven-year-old...yeah...yeah...okay...alright, thanks...I love you tooooo! ah hheehehe!" Everyone was staring at the cashier. "uhh..." he started. "Bye..." and hung up. "ahemm...whaaaat!"

Wrath on the other hand, was eating a tub of tookie doah! "YUMMO!" he belched. Then, the authorities came. "Alright, you're coming with us..."

"WHAT! Oh...Oh NO you didn't Julie! Y----YOU LITTLE BITCH! YOU'LL HEAR FROM MY LAWYER!" Wrath screamed as he was taken away. "I told you, my name is Tim!" the cashier said, as the doors shut.

"WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME! WHEEEERE!" Wrath shouted. "Oh, for godsake! SHUT THE HELL UP!" the guy screamed, as he tranquilized Wrath. "Ow...you suck." he said, and then fell asleep.

When he woke up, he was someplace he didn't recognize... "Oh no..." he said. "I'm...I'm...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Children were everywhere, pulling his hair, shoving pizza into his mouth. He ran. "OH NO! NOT THIS PLACE!" he ran, and ran, and eventually ended up on a stage with a mechanical rat. "AAAAAAAAAAH!" The rat took out a baseball bat. "I am a rat...and this is my bat...PERSIH!" it said, and swung the bat at Wrath. Wrath ducked, and jumped away. The rat's eyes narrowed. "I'm coming for you, child!"

Wrath ran all around, and ended up in a ball pit. He was curled up into a ball. "He won't find me...I'm not gonna die...I'm not--huh?"

Some little kid was coming through. He had snot all over himself. "HI!" he said obnoxiously. "AAAAAAAAAH!" Wrath ran, and the rat saw him. "I'll smite you!" he roared, and fired laser-beams at Wrath. Wrath jumped...and jumped...and jumped.

Eventually, he couldn't jump anymore, and tripped. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he fell, and the rat shot him. He started foaming. "You...bastard! AAAAAH!"

Then, the rat started singing and dancing. "Chuckie's party! You can be a star! Chuckie's party! PARTY CHUCKIE! Chuckie Cheeses!" Then he blew up. Some dumbass kid poked him, and got electricuted, and----that's not important...what is, however is...

THAT'S HOW WRATH DIED!

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okay, that was hard, because I love Wrath, and it's hard to write about him dying at Chuckie Cheeses...but I did it for love! Can ya blame me! R&R!