*pretends to kill Coldplay*

*EJ and Trisha commit a suicide*

*Coldplay are still alive and playing a private concert for frananthomeen*

 

OUR HILL :evil:

wE aRe NoW gHoSts...

ooooooooooOOOOOOOooh

We ShAlL hAuNt FrAnAnThOmEeN hIlL.

*makes ghost noises*

 

Our hill.

*FIRES HIS LAZER, BLAAAAAAAAAAAARGH*

 

Mah hill

*Builds an enormous hi-tech barrier*

Last time I checked, this is FRANANTHOMEEN HILL!

Revived through a sacred power from our hill's magic. Coldplay is drawn back to us, your Olympic Bid is rejected, the United Nations sanctions Frananthomeen more than they do Iran and North Korea combined, and you are put on the World's most wanted list. Coldplay keeps our hill intact and barricaded. Trisha & EJ's Hill. Suck it :)

*hires 300 Spartans*

 

My hill

THIS. ISN'T SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARTA.

 

I fire my hi-tech cannon at your Spartans to kill all of them at once.

 

Mine and EJ's hill.

-singlehandedly overtakes hill-

 

Mkay it's mine now.

shove you off, breaks head like Jack...

 

Our Hill

*kicks EJ where it hurts*

 

Frananthomeen!

Feed the 3 to Cerberus

 

our hill

*fights their way out of Ceberus and throws a grenade at EJ and Trisha's hill and then makes another hill guarded by scary prison guards and lasers*

 

frananthomeen!

*frananthomeen*

FRANANTHOMEEN!

Uses disintegrating ray to vaporize everything in sight.

 

Trisha/EJ Hill

*pops out of nowhere and uses disintegrating ray to vaporize EJ*

 

FRANANTHOMEEN

How'd you come back from nothingness?

Giant sinkhole on your hill

 

Moves to a new hill

 

Our hill

The power of dreams.

 

*RUNS AWAY FROM SINKHOLE SAFELY*

 

*blares blowhorn loudly at hill so you all ended up yelling random curses in swedish*

FRANANTHOMEEN

Ha! I don't speak Swedish!

Swedish meatball attack!!!!

You're bloodied and dies from hemorrhaging

 

Our Hill

*comes back to life and feeds EJ Hypno and makes him think he's a cat*

 

Frananthomeen!

Trisha is still ok, pushes all of you off a cliff into a black hole, making sure you never come back to life...

 

Our hill

*avoids spaghettification*

OUR HILL YO

Cliff fall still impales you on the rocks below

Drops anit-matter on all of you

 

Our Hill... and you don't exist :) :O

*creates a loop hole in Limbo and goes back to the hill*

 

Now I do. :sneaky:

 

*ruins Coldplayer project*

 

FRANANTHOMEEN

now that's low...

 

Waterboards all three of you for three years... place all of you in a giant empty fish tank. Open the flood gates, and let you panic out of developed fear... Fear traps your soul in eternal death!!!! Mwhahahahhah

 

Our Hill