Here it is.

The tenth and final chapter.

I think.

Maybe.

Possibly.

I don't know, just stop asking questions! You'll find out later when I finish the story!

Or not.

Haha.

The Cereal killer stepped out of the shadows.

"First," he said, "I would like to point something out. Has anyone realize that Walmart buys their products from other companies? There's no such thing as a Walmart factory. You clearly are all idiots."

Harry was confused. For, like, the eleventh time in the story.

"But how are we in a Walmart factory if a Walmart factory doesn't exist?"

The Cereal Killer shrugged. "I don't know. Ask the Zit."

The Zit appeared.

"Well, you see, it seems there was a bit of a typo... we'll have to warp to the first thing nony0mous thinks about..."

They all Apparated.

Voldemort looked around. "Hey, this looks familiar..."

Voldemort went to Hogwarts a long time before the Marauders, so I guess he didn't recognize the Whomping Willow as fast as the others.

The Whomping Willow started punching Voldy, and he resurrected again. And again. And again.

And again. And again.

The Cereal Killer cocked his gun. "Okay, it seems my instructions are to kill you all. Any last words?"

"I forgot what my last words are," were Harry's last words.

"I knew that J. K. Rowling wanted to kill me!" were Ron's.

"Wait! If 2a-6b=7*ac, then 64a=90t, thus the Cereal Killer is 78d years old, so if we had a Time Turner, we could... but then there might be a paradox that... but maybe if we..." Hermione was dead by the time she was a quarter of the way through her sentence.

"I take back what I said in the first book! Death is not the next adventure! I don't want to die!" screamed Dumbly.

"Snape, Snape, Severus Snape." Snape was still singing.

"ALL I WANTED WAS TO LIVE FOREVER! WAS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?" cried Oldy Voldy.

Then the Cereal Killer killed them all.

Then they came back.

"Sorry," apologized Harry. "We went to King's Cross but decided that I still wanted to live, so..."

The Cereal Killer threw away his gun.

"Okay, the gloves are off!" And he threw off his gloves.

Hermione looked at his hands and gasped.

"You're not just any cereal killer! You're Arnold Schwarzenegger!"

Arnold cursed. "You recognized my disguise! I will be back!"

And he ran away.

Voldemort ran to the box of fries.

He opened it...

And...

"THERE ARE NO FRIES IN HERE!"

He looked at the Zit. "Explain this!"

The Zit flinched. "Well, you see, it turns out, your whole quest was kinda pointless..."

"You mean there are no fries?"

"Yes. And you don't have much more time before the bomb explodes."

"I'm a-gonna kill you!"

"Hold on! I can ask my buddy Mario to go get some for you! He lives in a totally different universe! He even lives in a kingdom... well actually, it's a queendom... of mushrooms!"

"Great," said Harry. "But how long will it take?"

"Not long, you'll have time, as long as there are no interferences."

"I AM BACK!"

Arnold Schwarzenegger came back, holding a machine gun.

I think you can guess what happened.

The Zit sighed.

"They lived such lovely lives," he said. "But nony0mous, didn't you say something about the fate of the world depending on these fries?"

In response, nony0mous blew the whole world up.

"Why do I ask?" the Zit murmured.

*sniff*

It grew up so fast!

I hate to finish this story.

It reminds me of my 15-chapter story, E.V.I.L.: Every Villain Is Lemons.

Ironically, that story also ended with the whole world blowing up.

Well, there's no such thing as too much of a good thing.

Wait, there is?

SCREW THIS WORLD!

Oh wait, I forgot, it is screwed. I already blew it up.

Twice.

REVIEW!

And let's play some music!

*RANDOM MUSIC STARTS BLARING OUT OF NON-EXISTING SPEAKERS*