A/N: Dedicated to every fanfic writer who had a more active imagination than canon Voldemort, bless your heart.
4: Keep it Simple, muggle fanfic writer Scum
"My Lord?" Voldemort raised his head from his Witch Weekly to glance at his follower. Someone had a death wish.
"What is it?"
"I was just curious why I have only seen you use three spells in the four years I have been in your service, my lord. You claim to be a great wizard, but your spell selection is lacking." Voldemort tilted his head to the side for a moment before picking up his wand. The man in front of him started calling himself an idiot, followed by screaming in agony, and lastly slumped over dead.
"Any more questions?"