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Not after I set up a bunch of cats for the dogs to chase, and a bunch of dog traps. I bribe the nurses to make you happy.

My hill, now enjoy your nurses.

The nurses send you a huge bill, which you cannot pay. The bank of snurl forecloses on your hill, now my hill.

I bail out wardragoon thus sending the bankers away, then shoot him. My hill.

I Fed-Ex myself to the top of the hill. When you sign for the package I burst out and attack, suffocating you with bubble-wrap. My Hill.

I reincarnate as a policeman and arrest you, before requisitioning the hill. My hill.

With the powers of corruption I get myself appointed to police chief, I take the hill from you and give you a 2000$ a year bonus.

My Hill

Suddenly, you, the police chief was arrested for TAX EVASION! They take you away as I climb up...
My Hill.

I arrest you for trespass on the hill. My hill.

I cover the hill with paint and glue, then flock it with static grass and sell it at a convention, because, after all, it was my hill.

I buy it.
My hill now

You leave it on a table at an FLGS, and chavs come in, swipe the hill and start throwing it around like a frisbee. A dog catches it in mid air and brings it to me. My Hill.

However it was a trap for the Chav's it is laced with deadly neurotoxin, you start foaming from the mouth as I walk in with a biohazard suit.
My Hill.

P.S. WTF is a Chav?

The now-infected dog bites you repeatedly and tears holes in your bio suit, as I laugh. Being undead (you killed me yourself a few times) I am immune to the toxic fun. As you begin to foam I start digging your grave on top of my hill.

Ask any DAKKITE from the UK what a chav is for a far better description than i can give you.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chav
My hill because no american deserves it if any american doesn't know what a chav is.

I change my name to 'Us'.

All of your hill is belong to Us.

My hill because I am an american who does indeed know what chavs are after working with some UK folks for years. I just thought the chav phenomonon would be described best and colorfully by an actual UK citizen.

The US has 'em too but there really isnt a name for 'em.

And yes, the hill belongs to US pumpkins.

Unfortunately your pumpkin powers only operate around halloween, so I can just walk up and claim

My Hill.

Every day is Halloween at my house. My hill.

I bring along the band Smashing Pumpkins. They play awesome music while I smash every pumpkin on the hill into a pulp. My hill.

It then becomes halloween, and the Pumpkins of the world seek revenge on you for smashing their kind. I then direct the vengeful horde to your hill. My hill.

All of the pumpkin pulp = Pulp Fiction. I tie you to a chair for hours before blowing your brains out, all over My Hill.

However, the brains turn out to be self-destructive and blow up, destroying everything within 5 miles but the hill. Then I drive in from 6 miles away and take the hill. My hill.

Your vehicle blows up as you crest the hill. I climb the hill. My hill.

Pieces of the exploded vehicle are sent flying in all direction, a stray piece crashes into you, knocking you off the hill. My hill.

I use my ejector seat just in time and parachute back down to the hill, knocking robot off in the process. My hill.

I shoot holes in your parachute, causing you to plummet onto robot at terminal velocity. The results aren't pretty. I wander up the hill and clean off your remains with a hose. My hill.

The remains re piece themselves together and form a zombie, which then attacks you and throws you off the hill. My hill.

Zombies are my speciality. I cut your head of with a machete, beat your body into a pulp with a crowbar and burn the remains. My hill.

"Off" not "Of". The grammar nazis take you away for execution. My hill.

My British spirt jumps in and I give the grammar jerries a right good hiding. They don't like it up 'em! My hill.