Spam!

By Everen Black

Ron and Hermione Weasley walked into the Three Broomsticks one cold winter morning. "Let's sit here, Dear." Said Ron. "Alright." Hermione replied. Soon a waitress bustled over.

Ron greeted the waitress, "Morning!" "Morning!" she replied. "Well, what you got?" Ron asked.

"Well, there is egg and bacon. Egg, sausage, and bacon. Egg and Spam. Egg, bacon, and Spam. Egg, bacon, sausage, and Spam. Spam, bacon, sausage, and Spam. Spam, egg, Spam, Spam, bacon, and Spam. Spam, sausage, Spam, Spam, Spam, bacon, Spam, tomato, and Spam. Spam, Spam, Spam, egg, and Spam. Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, bake beans, and Spam."

(Warlocks start singing)

"Lobster servitors and cravats with a coronaries sauce served in the truffle solemner with sholoten overshaise garnished with truffle patties, brandy, a fried egg on top and Spam."

"Have you got anything without Spam?" Hermione asked. "Well, the Spam, egg, sausage, and Spam, that's not got much Spam in it." The waitress said.

"I DON'T WANT ANY SPAM!!" Hermione yelled. "Why can't you have egg, bacon, Spam, and sausage?" Ron asked. "THAT'S GOT SPAM IN IT!" she said. "Hasn't got as much Spam as Spam, egg, sausage, and Spam, is it?"

(Warlocks start singing again)

"Would you do me egg, bacon, Spam, and sausage without the Spam?" said Hermione. "Yleeh!" exclaimed the waitress. "What do mean Yleeh? I DON'T LIKE SPAM!!!!

(Warlocks continue to sing)

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" the waitress yelled at the warlocks. "Bloody Warlocks! You can't have egg, bacon, sausage, and Spam without the Spam!" "I DON'T LIKE SPAM!!!!!!!!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Shhh, Dear. Don't cause a fuss. I'll have your Spam. I love it!" Ron said, "I'm having Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Bake Beans, Spam, Spam, Spam, and Spam.

(Warlocks start singing again)

"SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!" Yelled the Waitress, "Bake Beans are off." she said to Ron. "Can I have Spam instead of the bake beans, then?" Ron asked. "You mean you want Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, and Spam?!" The waitress asked.

(Warlocks kill everyone with their singing)

THE END