I think that's the best way to sum it up.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Death Eaters are the property of JKR, I just own Darcy … and Rookwood's still mine because JKR doesn't appreciate him like she should. /petses Rookwood/
"He wants us to do it."
"I'm not lowering myself to touch that."
"You know what He'll do if we don't."
"Fine. Then you do it."
"Me? That's disgusting."
"How do you think I feel? Look at her."
"She's not that bad."
"Shut it, Avery. She's a Muggle, for fuck's sake."
"I still don't see why He wants us to rape one."
"He's positively unhinged."
"Shhhh! Do you want someone to report that back to him?"
"Sod it. Obliviate! There. You were raped, go run off and tell everyone about it."
"Darcy! You stupid shit, Muggles can check that sort of thing."
"Check? They don't have Veritaserum."
"Not that, fuck. They can check."
"Out with it already, Rookwood."
"You know what I mean. They check her…"
"Her? Oh! … OH! You mean her…"
"Eugh."
"Exactly."
"I'm not touching her there."
"Get out of the way. Obliviate! Some bloke tried to rape you, but he couldn't umm… y'know… and then you ran away. Off you go."
"What are you half-wits doing?"
"What does it look like, Nott?"
"You idiots are spending a lot of time on her, when it's Him you need to be worried about."
"…"
"She runs off and tells the Muggle puhlease and then what? He takes one look at your feeble minds and sees you three wanking over who has to do it and you're all on the floor puking your guts up anyway."
"…"
"Exactly. Obliviate! You had a boring evening, had a few pints and went home. You don't want to come here again."
"You just let her go?"
"Better that than you lot Obliviating her mind into swiss cheese."
"If you're so smart, Nott, what are we going to do now?"
"Simple. Are any of you an Occlumens?"
"Just old Snape, and you know he never has to come on these missions with us."
"Fuck. He's no good to us. He probably never got a shag in his life."
"Never mind him. Oi! Darcy! Get over here."
"What? Eugh, Rookwood, get your grubby hands off me."
"Hold still, you prat. Obliviate! You found a Muggle, had your way with her, and now you're going to go tell Him it's done."
"Fuck me. That just might work."
"Quite. And if it doesn't, he's the only one facing a bought of Crucio tonight."
"Bugger it, I need a drink."
"Pony up, Avery. It's your turn."
"What! … Fine, but next round's yours."