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That's an amazing song. I'm not even in the Harry Potter fandom and it's still great. I've now persuaded a (more musically talented than I) friend to figure out the chords so I can try to learn to play it myself.
Thanks!

Ah! I have seen that video, but I never watched it all the way through before. It does improve on further aquaintance, though now I have those two lines from the chorus (Harry will love you/Snape uses shampoo) stuck in my head :)

You have excellent taste in fandoms. Which Discworld book is your favourite? And what do you think of the Eleventh Doctor?

Please forgive my ignorance :)

1. I will not spike Agent Kelok's Nigel pill bottle with triple strength pills. While it may be amusing to watch a Wraith hallucinate an army of highly improbable attack turtles, he is quite good at defending himself, and it's no fun getting caught in the cross fire.
   
   1102. I will not attempt to find out what Agent Unger wears under his kilt.
   
   1103. Even though Agent Cali has bright blue hair and cool shades, he is not a Sue, and henceforth should not be shot on sight.
   
   1104. I will not steal Agent Miah's anti-lustin inhaler and send her to a glitterfic. Even if I could sell tickets, it isn't worth the risk of her deciding to chase me through the halls of HQ, thinking I am her LO, instead of her targeting Agent Cali.
   
   1105. I will not attempt to convince DoSAT agents that a winged kitten was the one to tamper with my console. If I do make such an attempt, I will not complain about whatever the disguise generator generates on my next mission.
   
   1106. I will not make messes in front of Agent Cali, just to see how long he can resist cleaning them. If I do, I will arrange the betting pool ahead of time. If he knows about it, it will skew my results.
   
   1107. I will not feed Castor, the mad scientist in winged kitten form, too many pumpkin guts. If I do, I will not blame the resulting drunken mad science on Agents Miah and Cali. Agent Miah likes to shoot people with her dart gun, and act out the lyrics of the "What do you do with a Drunken Sailor" song, and having your belly shaved with a rusty razor is not pleasant.
   
   1108. I will not put the latest movie versions of Tony Stark, Sherlock Holmes, and Charlie Chaplin in a room to "see what happens".
   

Immediately following the banana cream pie twin streams of blue Kool-Aid came at Xerica.

Two small boys with food smeared glasses scrambled in her direction, stuffing their pockets with the Nm's & Nm's.

When they reached the two agents, they stopped and the slightly older looking one, said, "I'm Kyle! Are you going to eat that pie?"

The smaller one scooted around behind the counter, out of the line of fire, and began stuffing handfuls of Nm's & Nm's into his mouth.

If you hang out in the IRC, you may have heard Barid and I talking about the Super Secret Co-Write of Secrecy. But what NO ONE knows is that the secret was that we had a third writer, whose identity we choose not to reveal just yet. (Mostly because she's asleep right now.) Yes, that's right. A three-way co-write. The last time this happened, it took years to complete. But not this time. You see, we've polished and posted it this very night!

The Dark Side, a World of Warcraft x Fullmetal Alchemist crossover.

We've got Dwarves. We've got Trolls. We've even got One Thousande Elephantes!

... Okay, maybe not. There is an elekk, though, which is kinda like an elephant. And it's a long mission, so bring snacks.

But most of all, enjoy!

~Neshomeh, Barid, and Guest.

1. I am not allowed to put Agent Nahinu and Agent Kelok in a cage match and charge admission for a "Ronon vs. Todd" death-match.
   -Even if it would probably set me up for retirement. In pretty much anywhere on World One.
   
   1100. I will not slip Agent Keaton a mint-laced drink, set her loose in a room filled with pictures of her L.O.s, and then take copious amounts of pictures.
   -A pissed-off Elemental Mage with a raging headache coming after me the next morning is not worth it.

Maybe I was a bit too harsh on her name. I used to do the same thing myself, pick an exotic animal and use the genus name.

But what does make a bleepfic? I used the term to indicate that it was somewhat less than a really bad fic...I guess I was wrong. Ah, the joys of lurking. Drat.

1. Singing "Another One Bites the Dust" as you kill the Sue makes you a hypocrite.
   - This is a bad thing.
   - I don't care what cover of it you're singing.
   1093. Glee and High School Musical shall never be allowed near each other.
   - Nor shall characters from such.
   - Especially not Rachel Berry and Sharpay What's-Her-Face.
   1094. Do not place flamethrowers in agents' rooms while they are sent out on Bleepfics.

It's right on the desk in front of me.

(...Not that that narrows it down much, but still.)

1. I will not try to teach Agent Luxury to be more subtle. It wouldn't work, and would probably only end badly for me.
   1098. I will not put Lt. Commander Worf and Kalibak in a cage match to see who would win.

I got a ting for ya. Since dey won't let me back in da cafeteria, I gotta do all my cookin' by myself. So here be one'a my favorite recipes.

Agent Barid's Voodoo Chicken Pizza

1-2 chicken breasts (preferably from an Ancona chicken dat has been sacrificed in an appropriate Voodoo ritual)
1 prepared Dwarven flat-bread (World 1 pizza crust will do in a pinch)
2 strips'a caribou bacon (World 1 pork bacon works)
1/2 cup'a pineapple (chunks if ya can get it, crushed if ya can't
2 cups of shredded Mozzerella cheese
Barbecue sauce to taste

1) Cook ya chicken in any way ya like. I prefer ta boil it in a pot wit' herbs and spices.
2) cut up da bacon inta small pieces and fry it in a pan
3) Put ya sauce on da Dwarf flat-bread, leavin' an inch 'round da outside so ya can hold it. Make it as t'ick as ya like.
4) Shred ya chicken and put it down on top'a da sauce.
5) Put all da cheese on top'a da chicken
6) Put da bacon and da pineapple down on da cheese.
7) Stick da flat-bread on a flat stone and put it over da fire for 8-10 minutes (Cookie sheet and an oven at 450 degrees will work instead of a rock and a fire)
8) Slice up and consume

"That is not a happy rainbow of fun!" Gremlin said as she averted her eyes from the mind-boggling display of off-color candies.

Xericka opened her mouth to respond when a flailing agent slid past on the spilled NMs & NMs. "Hmm," she said. "I would have expected a collision at that moment, especially considering the amount of material I have already been hit with."

As per the Laws of Comedic Narrative, she was hit in the face with a banana cream pie two seconds later.

1095: I will not teleport other agents into the Realm of Darkness and leave them there.
-Even if they really deserve it.
1096: The PPC does not have a 'no shirt, no shoes, no service' policy.

What was I doing again?

Following seas!

The delightful drink is much appreciated! And I'll definitely find some use for the rock.

I'd say probably a TARDIS. Things tend to accumulate around me, and I think that's a trait I'm gonna inflict on them. :)

Have a pack of shiny pencils. Good for school.

1. I will not set fire to the HQ Lounge--once was enough.

1. Portaling Agent Ithalond to the Sweeney Todd universe is not funny. That Elf has . . . issues with meat pies.