Parody 6

The Marijuana Eaters: The plot thickens.

Voldemort, leader of the marijuana eaters stood in a cemetery, smoking marijuana. Suddenly he pressed the marijuana to his right arm. All of a sudden thirty hooded figures appeared before him. "Master of The Marijuana Eaters I solute you," said one hooded figure, marijuana hanging out of his mouth.

"Move Wormtail."

Wormtail scurried back to is place. "Hello my fellow Marijuana Eaters. We are here tonight to announce a scourge of all those pill takers. They dare to ruin the holy plant we are named after."

One of the Marijuana Eaters put up his hand. Voldemort ignored him. "We are the purest and the holiest. We should be the leaders of the world."

One of the Marijuana Eaters still had his hand up. "What is it Lucius?" Voldemort sighed casually.

"May I ask you something?" Lucius asked.

"You just did. Moving on to the matters of utmost importance. We will rise above all," But suddenly Voldemort stopped and frowned.

Lucius had his hand up again. "What do you want this time servent," Voldemort scowled.

"May I ask you another question?"

"You just did. We are the rightful rulers of this world. We were chosen because of the way we consume drugs. Just as our ancestors did."

Lucius had his hand up again. "WHAT IS THE (removed) QUESTION YOU FOOL?" Voldemort screamed.

"I was wandering about our name," Lucius began.

"The Marijuana Eaters…" Voldemort said.

"Yes. That one. Why are we called the Marijuana Eaters? We don't actually eat the marijuana."

The other Marijuana Eaters gasped. This was a very sensitive subject. Voldemort walked extremely close to Lucius and stared him in the eyes. Then he pulled out a tiny whistle and blew into it shouting, "Fifty laps around the cemetery! Run!"

Lucius began running around the cemetery while Voldemort blew the whistle.

After his fifty laps were done Lucius skipped back up to Voldemort. "So what's the answer to my question?"

Voldemort blew the whistle again. Lucius started to run again but tripped over his cloak and was knocked out.

Suddenly a muggle ran out of the forest. "Y'all are smokin marijuana. Y'all should knowin by now that that stuffs not legal."

Voldemort flew over to the muggle. He raised something in his hand and shouted, "Fifty laps around the cemetery!"