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He runs away screaming not from madness, but because he sees me rising up behind you. I administer an atomic wedgie and send you packing off of
My Hill

"Off of" is bad grammar. The grammar nazis shoot you. My hill.

Nazi's are a political party, so must be capitalized. The Grammar Nazi's turn on you, then I gas the Grammar Nazi's

My Hill.

The gas you used on the nazis blows back in your face. As you choke and gag, a pumpkin shell smashes offside your head. I have returned to
My Hill.

Unfortunately you are also unprotected against the gasses, so you fall down grasping your throat making funny gurgling noises. I don a gas mask and claim
My Hill.

I use a giant fan to blow the gas, and you, off the hill. I then destroy the fan. My hill.

I dig out the hill...

My hole

I fill the hill back in on top of you. My hill.

I pour a bunch of water on the loose dirt hill, you are buried in a landslide. I stand on your cairn and
My hill

I emerge from the earth zombie style, grabbing your ankle and causing you to flee the hill in terror. My hill.

I run home and grab an AR-15 with bayonet, I shoot you in the head and then decapitate you.

My hill

I appear from behind a bush and beat you to death with a crowbar for destroying my mannequin.

My hill.

My suicide bomb goes off.

....someone elses crater

I work tirelessly to pile the bits of hill back into shape. Then I resume haunting
My Hill.

My bits and pieces reassemble Necron style, then I exorcise your spirit from the grounds of
My Hill.

I call in an airstrike and bomb you all the feth off
My flatland

You missed. The top. Of My Hill.

I spray the hill with Roundup. My hill.

I tunnel under the hill, then emerge on top of it. My hill.

I release the dogs to run you off. I return to the top of my hill.

I fear no canine. Plus I have sausages, which I throw off the hill for the dogs to chase. My hill.

Fine, wild cats are sent at you. My hill.

I also have an army of trained attack dogs, that takes care of those wild cats. My hill.

The dogs bite the hand that feeds them. Also the face, neck and ninety percent of your body. I have them removed and claim the hill. My hill.

I convince the pound that you are the owner of the vicious dogs, they have you arrested.

My Hill.

I prove that they belonged to The RobotLol. You are arrested and sentenced for perversion of justice. my hill.

I break out of jail using a pair of tweezers, some paracord, and a rather unhappy squirrel. Then with those same items I kill you by, opening your up with tweezers, putting the squirrel in your mouth, and sewing your mouth shut with the paracord. Stay tuned for the next episode staring DeathGyver on
My Hill.

I may be in hospital recovering from the treachery of the attack dogs, bitterly plotting a terrible vengence on you all, but the dogs still infest the hill, the very same you are currently residing upon. And they are not happy. My hill.

You fail to read my previous post where I stated that I had the dogs removed. My hill.

The dogs are sneaky bastards, they find a way back. My hill.