Harry opened his eyes and farted out loudly. Shrek was a dear friend of his, and he died in a vicious fight against the traitorous Shadow the Hedgehog yesterday.
Harry took haste to the bathroom to washy his stinky feet clean after a passionate night he spend with Donald Duck's amazing cloaca—which was why his feet were dirty afterwards.
This year at Hogwarts the students were tasked with finding and capturing the ever-elusive Dragon Cockballs. Luckily, Reimu Hakurei and Marisa Kirisame (his best friends) were all too eager to help him in this quest.
Still, Jesus Joker was the biggest obstacle for Harry's success; his ruthless and charisma always made Harry's heart flutter with awe and lust.
Suddenly, the dormitory door was pushed open by a silver-coated midget child with a mustachio.
"Is the time nigh now?" asked Harry.
"The Femsaiyans are attacking! Harry Potter, we need your help! Only you can stop their ball oppression!" said the silvery midget.
Harry rushed to the scene of the attack, the plaza in front of Hogwarts. He was calm and collected, his emerald eyes glowing like two green torches.
The Femsaiyans were all over the place: the rooftops, the grass, the stairs, they even got to the janitor.
The terrified screams of relentless ball-bursting penetrated Harry's earholes. He was terrified and scared.
Then, he saw a black-clad figure who brandished a pair of comically oversized blades that looked for all the world like silver and steel. His eyes were pure red, and his nose seemed twisted, as though curved backwards. His mouth was twisted into a snarl that looked ferocious yet arrogant at the same time.
Beside him was Jesus Joker. Harry raised his wand up in the air, aiming it at Kyros.
Despite that, Harry was overpowered by Kyros's Femsaiyan underlings. His pants was taken off and the balls were twisted painfully.
Harry screamed, begging Kyros for mercy.