Disclaimer: I do not own Eragon... If I did I would not be writing fan fiction.
Eragon woke up from the stupor that had been brought on by his disappointment at the fact that the store did not have his lemonade. The sweet taste of lemonade had been only an evanescent wisp of the celestial and heavenly wonders of that amazing beverage that he desired so.
Remembering that quest which he was bound to, he got up off of the grocery store floor and asked the man working in there "Do you have lemonade?"
The man scratched his lice-infested beard with a curious facial expression. "No, we don't," he said in a cacophonous, gruff voice. "Please don't faint again, for there is a solution."
"WHAT IS IT?" inquired Eragon loudly.
"DEATH!" the man screamed. He ripped off his beard and Eragon realized immediately that it was Galbatorix.
"Galby!" Eragon yelled. "It's you!"
"Uh-huh. Now allow me to kindly insert this shiny sword into your heart, which is probably petrified with the fear of me at the moment," Galbatorix said arrogantly.
"You can't do this!" Eragon squealed as if he were a frightened piglet.
"Oh yes I can! Avada keda-"
"Wait! Wrong best selling fantasy novel internet parody!" Eragon corrected.
"Oh whatever! Just DIE!" screamed Galby, plunging the sword into Eragon's chest.
Eragon let out a cry and began to bleed profusely upon the floor of the grocery store.
Galbatorix laughed in sadistic delight. "How I love to watch other's pain!"