Author's Note: Um… I enjoy reviews. Should I continue this story? Well, it actually doesn't matter what you say to that question because I will still write the fic, but whatever. Anything you would like me to do with the story? Longer chapters? Anything? I like feedback, it is my friend.

Disclaimer: No dice. No ownage. I love Michael Ausiello, but I am not him. I do not own his line,

Chapter: Yeah, pie… and crazy… and conspiracies… and stuff.

"Some days, I enjoy the taste of pie," said Fred.

"Only on some days?" asked his Hermione.

Ron looked at Hermione. "Of course, like on Tuesdays pie is super gross."

"That is actually very true," said Mr. In-need-of-therapy, other wise know as Arry Potter.

"Shut up, Mr. In-need-of-therapy. Go see your therapist," said Ginny, she was still pissed about that school bus incident.

Mr. In-need-of-therapy started crying. "I don't have a therapist. Mine quit."

"Well, that is because you went all Spiderman complex on me at the end of the fanfic JKR calls the sixth book."

Harry's crying grew in volume.

There was a moment of silence (besides the beautiful noise of Harry's tears) as everyone stared at the green-eyed loseur.

Fred slapped Harry.

Harry screamed.

Everyone else laughed.

Harry ran away.

Man, I love it when he does that. It is so fun.

"What is your favorite type of pie, Ron?" asked Ron.

"Well, Ron, I have quite the sweet spot for blackberry," answered Ron.

"Really now? Yeah, blackberry is very tasty. Personally I love pumpkin, nothing better than a good pumpkin pie," said Ron.

"Know what else is delicious with a capital yummy?" asked Ron.

"Pecan pie?" guessed Ron.

"Yes! That was just what I was thinking of!"

Ron high-fived himself.

Everyone else blinked.

"WTF?" said Ginny.

"That better stand for what the fhell, because this is a family fic," said Fred.

"FIRED! It so is not a family fic. I would never let any member of any family read this," said Fred's twin.

"Gotta get my punk ass off the street," sung Hermione.

"Gotta get your punk face off the street!" yelled Ginny. "Oh, burn! BURN!"

Hermione pulled out a lit match and stuck it in Ginny's eye.

"Oww," said Ginny.

"Oww indeed." Hermione dropped the match.

"Matches are so cool," said Draco.

"Hey, Draco," said George. "We haven't seen you for a while."

"I know, man. Not since like chapter eleven."

"Hey, remember when you thought you were a drummer? Huh, remember?" said a very nervous slash stoned Ron.

"Yeah, I remember," said Draco.

"Yeah? That was awesome," said Ron.

Draco slapped Ron. "I never liked you," he said.

"Well, I double never liked you!" yelled Ron.

"That did not make any sense. You are a frickin idiot."

"You are a double frickin idiot. Like a frickin idiot plus another frickin idiot… that equals a double frickin idiot."

Draco pushed Ron down an elevator shaft.

"That was sweet," said Ginny.

"I know," said Draco.

"Remember that time that new dude from That 70s Show fell off the water tower and died?" said Fred.

"Dude, that was hysterical," said Draco.

"You are no longer allowed to say the word dude," said Hermione and pushed Draco down a different elevator shaft. "Have fun in the super crappy elevator shaft!" she yelled.

"Cool beans," said Ginny in a very peppy voice. Then she did a little cheer. She was a horrible cheerleader.

Harry ran back.

Harry slipped on a piece of ice.

Harry fell on his ass.

Everyone laughed at Harry.

Harry ran away again.

About twenty minutes went by.

Harry ran back again.

Harry did not slip on a piece of ice.

There was no laughter.

The music died.

"Guys, check this out!" said a very excited Harry.

"What, pansie?" said all the others in unison. I wonder if they practiced that. I bet so. What losers. Hokay, I admit it, I want to be friends with them. I just don't feel cool enough to write myself into the fics… and Mary Sues are the worst things ever created by man. Ever.

"Did you guys practice that?" asked Harry. Whoa, Harry and I have like the same mind.

"Whoa, the author and I have like the same mind."

Whoa the sequel, that shit was crazy.

"Author?" said Ginny. "What author?"

"Well, the writer of this story," said Harry.

The rest of the gang looked at each other, realizing that Harry might just be completely insane. Even Ron thought so, and he recently had a conversation with himself about pie.

"Harry," Hermione said slowly. "No one is writing this. This is life, not a story."

"No, this is a story."

Hermione slapped Harry.

"No! You can't slap the Truth out of me! I know the Truth! I will not let the Man stick it to me; I will stick it to the Man. I'm like frickin Fox Mulder.

Hermione slapped him again.

Annie Note: HELL YEAH! Um… tired, I am. So, my English teacher hates me because I am really informal when I write. Well, that is because I do this crap. Review? Please?

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