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Once upon a time, Voldemort had eaten a snickers bar, five chocolate kisses, two Twix bars (peanut butter, not caramel), a vat of triple fudge ripple ice cream, and a bowl of cinnamon crunch floating in (A/N: .ugh.) orange soda. It was the cinnamon crunch that did him in. "WORMTAIL!" Voldemort shrieked before turning back to his TV set, which was (fuzzily) showing a commercial for subway, the one where a cupid shot a old lady and a young punk dude and they start kissing, Voldemort laughed his evil laugh. Wormtail crept into the room, cringing at the maniacal laugh, and asked, "Yes, my lord?"
"We've run out of Cinnamon crunch again! GET ME MORE!" Voldemort demanded loudly without looking up from the TV set.
Wormtail ran out of the room. "Dark Lords should not eat large bowls of sugar." he muttered darkly to himself.
As soon as Wormtail was out of the house, Voldemort jumped up from his seat. "I must run!" he yelled before taking off like a shot. Around and around the house he went, before tripping over his pet snake, hitting a large dusty stained glass window and crashing through it ("Hey, I liked that window! Bad me!"), then landing on a spike in the fence around the house, The end.