Not my daughter, you bitch! — Molly Weasley, Harry Potter & The Dealthy Hallows, Part 2
Not my daughter, you bitch!
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I envision the aliens using the spire as a landing pad, their saucer shaped craft gently coming to rest on it’s tip. Laser beams then shoot out and destroy the populace, all the while playing some oldies rock & roll.
Lack of sleep will do that to you.