James: I was made for loving you, Lily, you were made for lovin me. (Desafinación al máximo)
Sirius: Con esa voz Lily no te amará.
James: A ver canta tú ¿eh?
Sirius: I was made for loving you, Sirius, you were made for lovin me.
Se rompen los vidrios. James se revuelca de la risa.
James: Jajajaja cantas peor que yo.
Sirius: Bueno, si algo podemos hacer es unir nuestras desafinadas voces.
James y Sirius: I was made for loving you, baby, you were made for loving meeeee.
Se derrumba el castillo entero y activan el apocalipsis.
James: Bueno por lo menos la pasamos bien.
Sirius: Un gusto cantar contigo hermano.
Fin.