*Meg and geM are plotting evily and Draco enters (dayng. We gotta call him Draco now. But you all know it's really Tom right? Good.)

Meg: psst psst psst.... hairbrush... pstpstpst !!!!...

geM: psst psst.... curling iron!

Draco: *suspiciously* I'm very cheesed off that you never tell me what you'r talking about!

geM: codswallop! Did you flog your brain or something?

Meg: You are completely gormless you know?

Draco: I don't like secrets though...

geM: Only when you're not involved in them!

Draco: *whispers* I don't like this girl! She reads minds! (sorry, we know that's from ice age, but we just HAD to use that. This is to prove that we don't think we own it or anything.. ok. i'll shut up now.)

*Ron *cough* Rupert *cough* comes in*
Oh joy! I'm ever so happy!

Meg: Oh great. What is it this time?

Ron: Oh rapture!

Draco: *stares* o_O

geM: What's so raputrous you odd fof?

Draco: yes. Tell us you crusty dragon!

Ron: mmmmm crusty dragons.....
Crikey moses! Diddle! And a dim dishy do! Dogs bollocks and ducks! I fancy a fanny! Fiddle sticks fit flog!! *trails off to the land of stupid slang*

geM: did you understand a word of what he said?

Draco: something about sticking to a log and dogs genitiles.

Meg: OK. I just hope he gets nibbled to death by ducks.

geM: ahmen!

Draco: I have some hypodermic needles full of sedatives...

Meg and geM: HIYO!!!!!!

*all three launch needles at the back of Ron's neck*

Ron: Ace and and Bees Knees! The world's going anti-clockwise I say! Bloody Brassed-off! Chuffed you Cheerio cobblers!!! Chivvy along and flog fagging fanny around!
*he slowly crumples to the grass*

*Meg geM and Draco all sigh in relief*

Harry: I'm going to grow a napkin cuture!

Draco: Oh grand. Another cabbage head.

geM: I f you let the culture grow for two days, it'll be more highly evolved than you! You.. blasted.... d... uh... ya.

Meg: *sigh and shrugs head in dissapointment* and we used up all the needles.

Draco: for Harry or geM?

geM: *whacks Draco on the head*