(A/N: Ok, I got bored during Math, and this came to mind. The song is one that apparently my grandpa used to sing. RIP, buddy!)

Oh...

Dear God no. NOT AGAIN!!

Damn straight again. The liquor was spilt on the bar room and the joint was closed for the night. When out of a hole came a little brown mouse and sat in the pale moonlight.

I am now burning this paper in 3... 2... 1... NOW!

Heeee lapped up the liquor on the barroom floor, and on his haunches he sat. And all night long you could hear him yell, "Bring on the goll-darn cat!"

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Minerva?

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I'm done now.

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Are you there?

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I'm going to go kill old Umbitch!

I'M THERE!