Title: Why Voldemort became so harsh to his Death Eaters

Reasoning: Hey, this idea came to me while I was sick, and I'm just now getting to it.

Summary: You've gotten it.

"Did I do good, Master?" Bellatrix questions, pants between every word.

"Do you want the truth, or a lie, my dear Bella?"

"The truth!" She screeches, and Voldemort grits his teeth.

"I've had better, Bella."

Bellatrix gives off another ear-splitting screech, the she yells, "Then we'll try again, Master!" And she holds up a slightly yellowed sponge in her hand.

"No, Bella. What you gave me was awful." Bellatrix sniffles, as Voldemort goes on. "I mean, honestly, the was the WORST sponge bath in the history of sponge baths! Why would I let you give me another one?"

"Please master?" Bellatrix, seeming to have lost all of her mental state, attacks Voldemort. Out of panic, Voldemort yells;

"AVADA KEDAVERA!" Bellatrix falls and dies. Voldemort is left with his tub, and his treasured rubber ducky.

A/N: I know it's short . . . But it IS just an one-shot. So, what did you think?