Severus: You called?
Voldemort: I did indeed.
Severus: What is it?
Voldemort: This.
Severus: The cauldron?
Voldemort: No. There's something in it?
Severus: The potion? Doesn't that belong in there?
Voldemort: There's something IN the potion, you moron.
Severus: Oh! You mean the human hand caught in a mousetrap.
Voldemort: Um... no.
Severus: Then it must be this bloodied hippogriff wing.
Voldemort: No.
Severus: The broken left leg of a house elf?
Voldemort: Ew.
Severus: That's what's wrong?
Voldemort: No.
Severus: So it's the horribly mutated right arm of another house elf?
Voldemort: Where?
Severus: Right there.
Voldemort: Oh. So that's what that was.
Severus: ... ... that's just gross.
Voldemort: Yes. It is.
Severus: Definitely.
Voldemort: I may be sick.
Severus: Don't do it in the potion! It'll explode!
Voldemort: ... ... ... oops... ... ...
Severus: Grr!
Voldemort: Uh... heh... heh... eep!
Severus: I'm gonna kill you.
Voldemort: Bit late for that.

-VOOM!-