Larry Potsmoker n' Polar Bear

Chapter 3: Lord Voldemort (again)

One night Larry Potsmoker came ta tha desert yo. Dude took a spoon. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. I do not know why he did dat but he be straight a idiot. Not mah fault, muthafucka! Dude sees a snake wit a magic wand. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Then tha snake commanded: Yo ass shall not pass, muthafucka! Da snake be thinkin he be straight Gandalf fo' some absurd reason. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. NO, muthafucka! Not true, muthafucka! Dude straight bein controlled by Lord Voldemort ... whoz ass is dressed like Mario fo' some absurd reason.

Da snake points a pistol ta Harryz Head yo, but Harry took a "A hard, black, realistic but not a real gun" n' pointed all up in tha head of tha snake.

BING, muthafucka! BANG, muthafucka! BOOM, muthafucka! BLAH, muthafucka! BAD BOY, muthafucka! BOWSER, muthafucka! WAIT WTF, muthafucka! Who Said That!

It was Lord Voldemort.

BANG!

Now he be straight dead as fuckin fried chicken.

Who capped him, biatch? Da ghetto may never know!

Spoiler!

It was Barry Trotter!

THE END

Teehee

Wait whoz ass tha heck is Barry Trotter?