The broom I am being impaled on happens to be a Harry Potter vibrating broom, and turns on spontaneously, sending me into indescribable agony but also tipping itself over. I crawl to the telephone and attempt to call 911, but accidentally hit the self-destruct button instead. The house explodes, killing me, >>81, >>83, and >>85 who at the time was just a random passerby asking to use the restroom.