"Well…hmm…what are our options, again, Padfoot?"
"Worst case scenario, we stay stuck in here and die."
"Best case scenario?"
"Er…do you like me, James?"
"Yeah…I mean, you're my best friend, right?"
"Okaaay, so you're not going to kill me when I say…"
"When you say what?"
"That there is no best case scenario?"
Silence.
"You know, Padfoot? I might just change my mind about killing you."
"Don't kill the messenger!"
"Yeah, and who's the overlord?"
"Um, the….um…giraffe!"
"The giraffe. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. Let's guess why I don't believe that!"
"Yeh…the one with…butter cookies up its nose! You believe in the power of the giraffe-with-butter-cookies- up- its-nose. You believe in the…hold on, GWBCUIN, you belive in the guhwuhbuhkuh-ooeen. The guhwuhbuhkuh-ooeen."
"WILL YOU TWO STOP ACTING LIKE IDIOTS! I HAVE EXAMS TO STUDY FOR, YOU KNOW!"
"I didn't know she had that much voice."
"Me neither."
"Miss Evans, so do I. So does everyone stuck here in this closet. So if you wouldn't mind waiting until James and Sirius figure out a way to get us out of this mess."
"Thank you, Moony."
"I CRAVE A BUTTER COOKIE!"
"I didn't know he had that much voice either…"
"MY MINIONS! I THANK YOU FOR ARRIVING AT THE MEETING ON TIME…"
"Who the fuck is that?"
