Ron: Harry, where are we?
Harry: Well, there's a sign that says San Diego, so we must be in Tokoyo!
Ron: Yes! Can you use your wand to get us out of here?
Harry: Sure, *rummages through bag* um, lets see, gum, pencil, bomb, sunglasses-where the hell is my wand?!
Ron: How did we even get here?
Harry: Sir Nicholas probably ruphied us again! This is your fault, Ron!
Ron: How?
Harry: Because, um, because-because your a ginger! Your soulless!
Ron: Hey, I traded my soul for something good!
Harry: What?
Ron: *Proudly* A pencil! And hey! At least I'm not an orphan!
Harry: Well this orphan is banging your sister!
Ron: ...
