You’ve got a problem.See, your bad-ass Avada Kedavra murder curse requires a six-syllable invocation, and those kids you suck so much at killing figured out that they can stop you with the four-syllable expelliarmus disarming charm.Now that everyone knows your greatest weapon can be countered by the first spell baby wizards learn in magic pre-school, you are kind of a fucking joke.Nobody gives a shit anymore about how you’ve tapped into the dark and forbidden arts, because the dark and forbidden arts are too slow on the draw.
"You meddling kids!"
And I’m not even afraid to tell you that you look stupid, because you don’t scare me anymore.If you try to use your death curse, I’ll just pop your wand out of your hand, and laugh right in your pale, damp, perpetually-scowling face.Your reputation has been downgraded from “He-who-shall-not-be-named” to “that-asshole-who-is-always-dropping-his-wand.”Your black robes and your death’s head mask don’t look that intimidating when you’re on your knees trying to fish your weapon out from underneath the sofa.
I know you Death Eaters are all about hating the Muggles and the crude tools they fashion. But, whatever else you can say about Muggles, they are very good at committing horrific atrocities, while your own techniques are dated, at best.When Muggles set their mind to slaughtering a bunch of children, they don’t spectacularly and repeatedly fail, unlike the Death Eaters.You people kill fewer children annually than the common cold. But I can sell you some exotic Muggle-crafted tools that are far more efficient than your antiquated forbidden curses.
This pretty little thing right here is the TEC-9 semi-automatic machine pistol.It carries a 32-round magazine, and can be easily modified to fire full-automatic.If you want to be faster than a disarming charm, this is your new best friend.In the time it takes to say “Expelliarmus,” this thing can spread a kid’s face across a wall like raspberry jam on a motherfucking scone.
But, since you tend to self-destruct in a spectacular deus ex machina fireball whenever Harry Potter wanders into your general vicinity, you may be worried about the tendency of semi-automatics like the TEC-9 to stovepipe while ejecting spent cartridges, causing the weapons to jam or backfire.Well, in that case, you might like something like this .45 Magnum revolver.It has a slower rate of fire, but it’s still faster than magical invocations.And it does a lot of damage, which I think you will appreciate.This puppy can blow a hole in a human torso the size of a half-giant’s fist.You know that problem you keep having, where you think you killed somebody, but then they dramatically turn out to still be alive, and they show up at the last minute to save the day?Well, that wouldn’t keep happening if you double-tapped those bitches with a goddamn .45.
Remember that time you tried to use Avada Kedavra, and you got colossally wrecked by a baby?Remember how it turned out that Avada Kedavra doesn’t work on anyone whose mother loves them?Everybody’s mother loves them, dude.That’s why you always lose.But, what I have right here is a twelve-gauge pump-action shotgun.If you skipped Avada Kedavra and used a shotgun, you’d be the king of the wizards.Instead, you’re spending most of your time sitting in a basement someplace wondering where your nose went. Let me tell you something about a shotgun: a shotgun doesn’t care how much some baby’s mother loves him.A shotgun will fuck up that baby’s shit.
And if you’re really ready to lay down some galleons, I’ve got a case of something called rocket-propelled grenades.You won’t believe what one of these bad boys will do to a unicorn.