You drop your mirror and get bad luck. I then walk behind you and push you down the hill, where you are hit by a clown on a unicycle that comes flying from now where.You go flying, and land in my newly dug moat filled with electric eels
I get on my magical Pegasus horse and fly over the clowns and eels. I then land by you and force you to give my Pegasus a carrot, he bites your arm off and you bleed to death. MY HILL!!!
I try to lead your horse to water, but it can't be done. So I shoot it. You cry until I whack you in the head with a rake. It doesn't kill you, but you're incredibly annoyed and leave the hill to me. MY HILL!!!!
I lure in teams from the History channel and NatGeo to capture you and make documentaries about you all while I establish a newfound Pro-COR constitutional republic.
I set up an messy death for you, which involves you, your favourite food that you can't resist tied to a piece of string which I'm holding and a busy road filled with cars that are doing 200mph with spikes on the front. You get turned into red mist.
I hire Rick Astley to go to the hill, but not to rickroll you. He would just stand there, staring at you. You go insane from the anticipation of rickrolling, and you run away from the hill.
I send every varition of -oo--oo- at you. You kill them all, but are exhausted from the battle. I simply shoot you in the face as you are too tired to run away.
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