Tis A Watermelon! CHAPTER ELEVENTY HUNDRED! (6)

I was not fired, surprisingly. Gerudos suck... Let the Author tell her own friggin' story.

ME: O...k....

RON: Where are we?

HARRY: I dunno.

SPIKE: I could be at home right now, but no, stupid author had to put us in a tiny dark space.

INUYASHA: What...?! I WAS IN FEUDAL JAPAN!!!!!

HERMIONE: Oh dear...

ME: Where the hell did I put us all?

The door of the closet our friends are squashed in opens, and a gasp comes from the blinding light. I can't beleive Gannon tried to kill me, I mean, seriously...

ME: (sighs)

VOLDEMORT: Hey! It worked! I wished for the Potter boy to be in my closet and it worked!

ME: Oh.... Oooops....

HARRY: Thanks, Bandit, thanks a lot.

HERMIONE: (jumps out of closet) Oh, don't kill him, please don't kill him!

VOLDEMORT: Why not?

HERMIONE: Err... uh....

RON: Oh for Merlin's sake! Harry, get the heck out of the closet!

HARRY: I can't, you're on my leg.

RON: Oh, sorry. (moves off Harry's leg)

VOLDEMORT: staystillius!

ALL: (feeze due to spell)

ME: That's not a real spell.

VOLDEMORT: But it worked.

ME: Yeah, but still, it's not right!

VOLDEMORT: Shutup, you're my prisoner, now.

ME: (standing up and breaking spell) Excuse me?! I'm the Author, I rule the story, and YOUR PART IS OVER!!

VOLDEMORT: (gets vaporized)

HARRY: Hey, it isn't that simple, I have to be the one to kill him, or he'll kill me!

ME: Not anymore.

HARRY: But... but... (wails) NOW I HAVE NO SOURCE OF AAAANGST!

SPIKE: That's nice, now could you get your ass out of my face?!

RON: Hey, don't say that to my.... fwa... fyee!

SPIKE: (looks at Author) Please get me out of here.

ME: (tugs Spike out of closet, making Ron, Harry and Inu Yasha go sprawling on the ground)

HARRY: But it's not that simple! It's not!

Harry, I am your father.

HARRY: WHAT??!?!!!!

Just playing you, man, just playing you!

HARRY: I'm gonna kill you, I swear!

ME: Get in line.