"You three back already?!" Roared BigSamgrid the half-witted giant. "Thought ya's had gone back 'ter the Ministry O' Muppets there?" He smiled, confusedly at the three tiny figures before him. "Well go on then! Cat get yer tongue or somethin'?"
Scholesly looked nervously at the others, then back at BigSamgrid, the half-wit, his ginger mop flowing in the cool breeze filling his managerial hut from the open window. "We, er...well we kidnapped someone BigSamgrid!"
"Ya's did what?!" The mongmountain bellowed. "Ye'll get expelled fer this! Ya know Sir Albex Dumbleson doesn't condone kidnapping this early in august! Well I wondered who you were, in ya little clogs there. You must be, grind my buttocks together with a metal wand, you must be Wesley Sneijder!"
Sneijder looked around nervously. "Yes." He was coy, as ever. "You must be right flattered there, linked to United!" Sneijder shuffled away quickly, smiling: "What, I didn't no...haha...no."
"Well go on then...yolanthe...I mean Hermoine..." Said BigSamgrid, "Get yer tits out fer the lads."
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