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Intruduction
Have you ever read a book/ half watched a movie while scrolling on your phone, that had potential for greatness, but fell short and quickly became as predictable as a Justin Bieber song? Ever done some research and found out the person who made the book/movie was horrible and that you’d inadvertently contributed to their richesse? Did it deeply disgust you? Did it lead you to bring up your hatred for it at every opportunity? Did people eventually get tired of your rants, so you decided to write an entire hater fiction of it out of sheer boredom and spite in class while aggressively listening to Bohemian Rhapsody on repeat? Did you get wayyy too lazy to do research and do the full franchise, so you just gave up the plot completely after five chapters and just wrote whatever popped into your head? Well, we have, and now we’re making it your problem! Welcome to Harray Pottah and the Stoned Philosophers.
Any resemblance to people, real or imagined, is not our fault, and we choose to blame the patriarchy so live with it.
PS. This is supposed to be read in the voice of a mix between James Acaster and Philomena Cunk.
I guess I just went along for the ride and to practice my illustrious writing, I have no idea what that word means, I had actually hoped for writing a NaPolA fic as my first ever work. /ne_tb
WARNING: The following content will include ignorant and unintelligent fictional characters getting creatively insulted by us, and killer comebacks. These were a lot more fun to write than the actual story, so there will be many plot-holes and glossed-over details. If you are disappointed or angry with the story, remember that I have dirty tactics I learned from Arrested Development and Seinfeld, and a great amateur lawyer (my cat). Hope you hate it and yourself after reading, The authorities.