By the way, what kind of loving name is "the chown". It sounds like one would kill you with a circus knife in the night. That reminds me, I found this cool story, and I wanted to share it.
It was a dark and stormy night. All was silent,except for a rustle of leaves on the front lawn. Johnny was scared of noises in the dark, for he was only 5. Johnny, armed with Mr. Cuddlebuns, his teddy bear, went downstairs to check out the noise. Suddenly, he sees a circus knife going straight for his head. The last thing he saw, was a pink-purple wand.
Im jk, but plz ask paulguy to change the name to something more suiting for a ownership wand.