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“I am Voldemort” triumphantly proclaimed the dark wizard to the assembled mages.

Ridcully scratched his nose. “Is that supposed to be impressive? I mean, your name is Klatchian for ‘death of voles’. Its hard to be scared of someone who calls himself ‘death of voles’”

Ponder interrupted; “actually sir I believe the correct translation would be ‘vole of death’”

Ignoring Ponder, Ridcully pressed on, “Regardless, its not something that scares the natives. I mean, if you want to see something scary, you should watch the Dean eat”

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