Snape entered the room, probably to get something from his Potions cabinet, wearing a bridal gown. Ron's remains promptly strode over to Snape and did that thing (everyone who's seen The Mummy and/or The Mummy Returns will know what I mean) where Snape's flesh was sucked dry. GIR was watching happily. "I wanna try that...."
Zim came out of the Potions classroom holding a beaker full of purple liquid.
"I've done it GIR! I've created the Voot Cruiser fuel! Now we can go!" exclaimed Zim.
Gir swallowed the marshmallow he'd been roasting. "Aww...but I want to stay and play..."
"Now Gir!" exclaimed Zim. Suddenly, Imohtep walked over and picked up Zim.
"Hooray!" exclaimed GIR.
"No Gir, this is Bad," replied Zim.
"Hooray!" exclaimed Gir. Imhotep proceeded to suck the life out of Zim, leaving a shirveled little green guy.
But, fortunately for Zim, his backpack-thingy was still attached to him. "Reactiveate," it sounded, sending a shock through Zim's dead body and recovering the lost flesh and life.
"GIR, let's get out of here while we still can," Zim said, very shaken from the incident.
Right about then, Hermione doubled over in pain.
"What now?" said Harry very emotionlessly.
"My.....organs....." Hermione gasped. The sound of fireworks rang out, and Hermione lay dead on the floor.
"I found my buttcheek, in case anyone wants to know," said Malfoy, ducking into the Potions room briefly. "It was under my pillow."
"Good for you," Harry said. "Hermione's DEAD!"
GIR ran screaming after Zim. At this point, Dib came running to see what the commotion was about, and saw the almost-regenerated Ron, and the nearly fully-regenerated Imhotep.
"Whoa..." Dib said as he whipped out his camera. The real Dumbledore came by and saw the Golden Toothpick of Thebes in Hermione's goo. He ate it, and exploded, as did his trick thingy.
"Why is everyone exploding?" asked Harry.
"Because," replied Ron.
"Because why?" asked Harry.
"Because it's what the demented Author wants. No, not the sane author. The other one. Yes, the shorter one with long light-brown hair," replied Ron.
"Um...okay..." replied Harry.
"I kinda got a crush on her..." said Ron.
"Yeah, I guess she is pretty cute," said Harry. "Oh look, her nose itches...look at that...isn't that adorable?"
"I AM NOT ADORABLE!" screamed the demented author. Ron and Harry quickly recoiled, in shock. The demented author was scary when she was ticked.
Zim came out of the Potions classroom holding a beaker full of purple liquid.
"I've done it GIR! I've created the Voot Cruiser fuel! Now we can go!" exclaimed Zim.
Gir swallowed the marshmallow he'd been roasting. "Aww...but I want to stay and play..."
"Now Gir!" exclaimed Zim. Suddenly, Imohtep walked over and picked up Zim.
"Hooray!" exclaimed GIR.
"No Gir, this is Bad," replied Zim.
"Hooray!" exclaimed Gir. Imhotep proceeded to suck the life out of Zim, leaving a shirveled little green guy.
But, fortunately for Zim, his backpack-thingy was still attached to him. "Reactiveate," it sounded, sending a shock through Zim's dead body and recovering the lost flesh and life.
"GIR, let's get out of here while we still can," Zim said, very shaken from the incident.
Right about then, Hermione doubled over in pain.
"What now?" said Harry very emotionlessly.
"My.....organs....." Hermione gasped. The sound of fireworks rang out, and Hermione lay dead on the floor.
"I found my buttcheek, in case anyone wants to know," said Malfoy, ducking into the Potions room briefly. "It was under my pillow."
"Good for you," Harry said. "Hermione's DEAD!"
GIR ran screaming after Zim. At this point, Dib came running to see what the commotion was about, and saw the almost-regenerated Ron, and the nearly fully-regenerated Imhotep.
"Whoa..." Dib said as he whipped out his camera. The real Dumbledore came by and saw the Golden Toothpick of Thebes in Hermione's goo. He ate it, and exploded, as did his trick thingy.
"Why is everyone exploding?" asked Harry.
"Because," replied Ron.
"Because why?" asked Harry.
"Because it's what the demented Author wants. No, not the sane author. The other one. Yes, the shorter one with long light-brown hair," replied Ron.
"Um...okay..." replied Harry.
"I kinda got a crush on her..." said Ron.
"Yeah, I guess she is pretty cute," said Harry. "Oh look, her nose itches...look at that...isn't that adorable?"
"I AM NOT ADORABLE!" screamed the demented author. Ron and Harry quickly recoiled, in shock. The demented author was scary when she was ticked.
