All right, I did it, I ordered Big Fuckin' Hermione, the dolliest doll I have ever, will ever, could ever own. She will stand proudly next to Big Fuckin' Hellboy. I will wed them, and then Big Fuckin' Hermione will have to see if her Hogwarts jumper still fits while she's pumping out endless streams of ugly, mewling, pinkish-red demon babies, provided (of course) that she's even capable of surviving the passing of a baby Right Hand of Doom at all. Human doll-wombs are so fragile these days, and holy crap I've gone insane.