A.N.: Hello. There is this time that there was a Westside Volvo sign and there was a sign covering some of it up, and to me, I was really tired, so at first glance it looked like Westie Voldie.
Disclaimer: I don't own people. I think I don't own anybody, but I haven't written the story yet.
Harry,Dumbledore thought. What a pain in the butt. He takes up half of my time. Dang it, I have to go keep on saving his neck and thinking of good ideas. Doing away with him would --
"Harry!" Dumbledore called, all happy-sappy like he had something important. Then, looking over to Harry, he said, "I'm gonna kill ya!"
"Why?" said Harry.
"'Cause you screw up too much," Dumbledore answered.
"Okay," said Harry.
"What am I supposed to do now?" Dumbledore said.
"Well, aren't you going to kill me?" replied Harry.
"Well, I need something to make this fic longer!" Dumbledore said.
"How 'bout I'll cry, and you can go on about stuff," Harry suggested.
"What stuff?" Dumbledore said.
"Dunno," said Harry. "Ask Voldie-ho."
"Voldie-ho," Dumbledore said.
There is no answer.
"Your dad sucks," said Dumbledore.
"Why'd you say that?" asked Harry. "Boo-hoo."
"Well, that's what Voldie would say," Dumbledore answered. "You know, I wonder why Voldemort and everybody insults you about your dad, but not your mummy."
"Well," said Harry, "I must tell you, that's my weak spot."
"Your mummy sucks!" said Dumbledore. "Woohoo!"
"Boo-hoo," said Harry.
"Avada Kedavra," said Dumbledore.
"The end," said Harry.