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.
