Voldemort: I
will be the most powerful wizard that ever lived.
Narrator: Except
for one small boy.
Voldemort: Who
will soon die.
Narrator: I
don't know...he seems tricksy. Like a fly in a window.
Voldemort: But I
am all-powerful and immortal, you pathetic muggle.
Narrator: Yeah-
about that. I understand the “not putting all of your soul in
one basket” thing but maybe you're spreading yourself a bit thin?
Voldemort: It is
the price of absolute power.
Narrator:
Really? I thought that was your face.
Voldemort:
hiss
Narrator:
It's a look. Very scary- I like it. You've just undergone quite a
radical change... I mean, when you were Tom Riddle you were handsome
and awful-
Voldemort:
hiss
Narrator:
Alright, alright. Why
are evil people so irritable? I
wouldn't count on immortality with that blood pressure.
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