The End (A Series of Unfortunate Events, #13)

by Lemony Snicket

“I’ve never been unkind in my life,” Olaf said, running a bony hand through his seaweed. “I’m nothing but a fairly innocent maiden with my belly full of baby.

Hilarious without aNy context

“I’m not a man,” Olaf insisted in his disguised voice. “I’m a lady with a baby inside her.”

“It’s the Incredibly Deadly Viper!” Klaus said in amazement. “How in the world did it end up here?”

WHAAAAAAAT

In one swift motion, the facilitator leaned down and snatched the seaweed wig off Olaf’s head.

Slay

“If we fail,” Sunny said, her voice heavy with fungus, “at least we die reading together.”

Sad

and who was playing the violin in the candlelit restaurant when the Baudelaire parents first laid eyes on one another,

I hope it was nero

Ishmael put his hand on the stockpot of apples. “What do your parents know,” he asked, “about surviving?” and

WHOAAAAAAAAA

wanted nothing more than to reunite you with your friends the Quagmires. Instead, I left them behind.” She uttered a wheezy sigh, and fell silent.

WAHHHHHHHHHH

As the Baudelaire orphans looked on, Count Olaf gave Kit Snicket a gentle kiss on her trembling mouth. “Yuck,” said Sunny, as Kit’s eyes fluttered open.

EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

Then the villain’s story came to an end.

Bye mf

The girl, named after the Baudelaires’ mother, howled and howled, and as her series of unfortunate events began, this history of the Baudelaire orphans ended.

I am not okay

For Beatrice— We are like boats passing in the night— particularly you.

WAHH

By the way, if it is a girl we will name her Violet, and if it is a boy we will name him Lemony.

Crying

There are some words, of course, that are better left unsaid—but not, I believe, the word uttered by my niece, a word which here means that the story is over. Beatrice.

Cant handle it