Voldemort damned whoever the hell kept giving the damn authoress ideas to hell. Even if said reviewers probably weren't intending to give the authoress ideas. He decided to have a nice quiet lunch at Applebees. He looked at the menu and ordered the Potato Skinny Dippers as an appetizer. He was curious as to what in the hell a Potato Skinny Dipper was. The appetizer came. He looked at it. Then held it up.

"What the hell is going on? It's a potato! But it's nekkid!"

Then the pissed off waitress came by holding a shotgun.

Lord Voldie died again.