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[frickenevil]

Mr. Potter and Miss. Evans.
We finally meet.
Do take a seat on the clump of my inferni you've managed to disco to death.
I'd like you to be comfortable when I kill you.

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[ihavebigprongs]

Lily- we're going to need a bigger disco ball.

[vilyofthelalley]

FORGET THE DISCO BALL, GET TO THE TANK.

[thetrousersnake]

You look somewhat familiar. You don't host a cookery programme or something do you?