You know, there's only but so much a bloke can take before he loses it. I was at work today, right? Serving those bloody animals who don't know how to leave a proper tip, trash my sodding section, and mock me and my bloody origins behind my back. Right, well. I reckon my manager always thought I was a bit of a loon, yeah? Didn't quite seem to believe that I'm actually who I am. So he had the rest of his mates up and having a laugh at me, saying I was nutters and all of that rubbish, and I'll tell you lot that I was doing a fine job of it by ignoring him and all. But
then the ruddy bastard said that Hermione was a harlot! Just to get a rise out of me, I tell you! And you know, since I knew that the only thing he had in mind when he said all of that was to set me off, I went ahead and handled the situation in a mature and responsible sort of way.
So. If anyone sees a giant chicken running about, tell him that Ron Weasley quit, yeah?