The Hunger But Mainly Death Games: A Parody

Rock-a-bye, Bratniss, in your safe cage, These bars will protect you when mommy's enraged. If she should break through them, Don't have any fear, I made a machine that shoots tranquilizer darts at her if she gets too near.

Maybe you aren't ready yet. I get it. This is a new situation, you want time to explore it, play with a block or two, eat some Play-Doh. I get it. Go wild. But one day, I'm going to make you mine.

My name is Cinnabon, and I'm here to make you gorgeous, girlfriend.

Bad Hagridmitch! Bad, bad Hagridmitch! What did I tell you about copyright laws? Do you want to get sued? Is that what you want?

He's crying so hard now that he's getting that fat kid in a white t-shirt at a pool look.

They were way more interested in learning the alphabet or whatever than they were in learning how to rip a moose in half with their bare hands. Then make a helmet out of its skull. Then to use that helmet to help kill more moose. Collect the skull helmets. Combine. Assemble. Super moose skull helmet. Infinite power.

Greta is great, but he's a little...extremely...moody. Take my birthday last year. At the stroke of midnight, he appeared at my door. "I wrote this poem for you," he said, shoving a piece of crumpled paper into my hands. 'The world must burn. Lava exploding into faces. Their skeletons are screaming now. No survivors. - From Greta' "Oh...uh...wow..." I began. "Don't bother thanking me," he said. "I just wanted to comfort you for being one year closer to the grave. Of course, I failed miserably, because comfort doesn't exist in this universe.

Who are the hot boys? Dish it, sista! Let's rollerblade over to their houses, so you can flirt!

We're talking your wife for an eggshell; that brand of jerk.

Oh, and it’s also Reaming Day, the day where the kids between the ages of twelve to eighteen are chosen to participate in the Hunger But Mainly DeathGames, which, as you might expect from the name, is a tournament in which kidsfight to the death, and occasionally experience hunger.

Rock-a-bye, Bratniss, in your safe cage, These bars will protect you when mommy’s enraged. If she should break through them, Don’t have any fear, I made a machine that shoots tranquilizer darts at her if she gets too near.