INT. DUMBLEDORE'S OFFICE.
DUMBLEDORE IS TURNING ALL OF THE PICTURES IN HIS OFFICE SO THAT THEY FACE THE WALL.
Picture Man 1: HEY! What are you doing?!
Picture Man 2: You can't do this? Who is your secret visitor?!
Dumbledore: It will only be for a short while. Well, hopefully a long time. But a short while sounds most probable.
Picture Man 3: What are you doing with that wand down your trousers?!
CUT SCENE.
AFTER THE MEETING.
Dumbledore looks up at the visitor over his half-moon spectacles and begins conversation after an awkward silence.
Dumbledore: ...Was I good?
Cornelius Fudge: Exquisite. I look forward to our little meetings you know. Telling lies to all of my colleagues as to where I really go... gives me a sense of adventure.
Dumbledore: Well, I am afraid Mr.Fudge that I will have to send you packing.
Cornelius Fudge: Ha! Dumbledore, you have been packing for me for a number of hours!
Dumbledore: Ah! I see what you mean! To be honest I never thought that we would do it. But after a number of these little visits we have finally filled that stone basin up to the brim with sperm.
Cornelius Fudge: Extraordinary isn't it? An industrial amount you've got there, what do you intend to do with it all?
Dumbledore: Ah, Im going to get Harry Potter to dunk his face into it tomorrow. Little Bastard.
END