Voldemort, Lord Loss, Count Dracula and Erik the Opera Ghost were
sitting around the poker table playing poker. So far, Lord Loss
was on a winning streak, and Erik was failing badly. His excuse
was that he wasn't really good at poker, which was
Count Dracula sighed as he finished off his
third glass of blood, a dreary, sad expression on his face. He
puffed at his cigar for a moment, before placing a bet. Lord Loss
eagerly put down his own bet, the snakes in his chest writhing
frantically. Red blood oozed out of the tiny cracks in his skin,
which dripped down into the salsa mix, which Lord Voldemort was
about to dip his dorito into.
"Hey, Lord Loss, watch where your blood goes!"
angrily said Voldemort, as he ate his plain dorito with no salsa.
Erik frantically tugged at his meagre hair as Lord Loss won
can do, Voldy." insisted Lord Loss as he took his winnings,
"Winners don't watch where they're going. Only losers do that."
he raised an eyebrow pointedly at Erik, who was tugging at his
white mask. Erik felt his gaze, and gave him the finger before
getting up and walking out of the room via the
Count Dracula sighed again, and refilled his
Loss looked at Lord Voldemort. Lord Voldemort looked at Lord
Loss. They both grinned at each other. "You know what I'm
thinking?" asked Voldemort.
Loss nodded. "Uh huh. I'll phone him up now."
Voldemort passed Lord Loss the phone, then wrote a letter to his
To Harry Potter,
It is your favourite enemy, Lord Voldemort.
Would you like to come to my little poker party with my friends?
Don't worry, I'm sure we'll have lots of fun.
looked up at Lord Loss, and listened as he said, "Look, Grubbsy,
please don't tell Artery that I like female humans. He'll just
tell the other demons, and then Beranabus will find out and beat
I will expect you here in ten minutes. No
earlier, no later. Got it?
about to sign when he heard Lord Loss say, "Oh yeah, I like
strawberries. Why do you ask? O-OK. Yeah, I like chocolate sauce.
Yeah, I like having se- OH MY GOD! NO WAY AM I DOING IT WITH UGLY
NADIA! SHE SMELLS LIKE COW FARTS! Okay, see ya
Voldemort rolled his eyes at Dracula, who was pouring himself
P.S. Wear sexy clothes, if you