I randomly came up with this. I didn't know what to write so I wrote the word 'what.' It went from there. Sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes.
Disclaimer: I don't own Septimus Heap or the reference to Julian Smith's Mr. Timn the Milkman.
"What?"
"That's what I just asked you!" Dom Daniel yelled.
"No, you asked me tahw," Alther complained.
"I asked you in Reverse."
"No, if you did that, you'd be facing the other way!" Alther pretended to be totally confused.
"I'm. Teaching. You. Darke. Magyk. Got it?"
"But I don't wanna learn Darke magyk!"
"But you will learn as long as you are my apprentice!"
Two Years Later. . . .
"I t'nod erac taht uoy llits t'nod tnaw ot nreal ti!" Dom Daniel yelled.
"Huh?" Alther asked.
"What is wrong with you?"
"Not as much as what is wrong with you."
"Oh, now that's it!" Dom Daniel screamed.
"What's it?"
"How can you be so stupid?"
Present Day
"And that, Dom Daniel, is how you solve the equation E=mc2." Alther announced.
"This is what you've wasted your time with?" Dom Daniel shouted.
"Actually, no. I 'wasted' my time being a number of different people, not just Albert Einstein."
"Like who?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"Yes."
"No you don't. You wanna know why?"
"Yes."
"No you don't. You wanna know why?"
"Yes," Dom Daniel sobbed.
"Because—Hold on—did you here that?"
"No. What is it?"
"Your mom."
"My mom?"
"Yeah, and do you want to know what she's saying?"
"Yes."
"No you don't. You wanna know why?"
Dom Daniel screamed, "No! Stop it! I won't teach Darke magyk ever again!"
Alther smiled. Mission accomplished.
None of my fics make sense. Or do they? OK, I'm good. Please review! Do you wanna know why? No, you don't. You wanna know why?