“I pitched my voice for Dirty Harry, but it was more Lisping Baggins.”

“His voice... my nipples are like tuning forks responding to that pitch – that purrrrr.”

“You gotta be kidding me!" I clench my fists. "I am NOT Bilfro Baggins. You are not a wizard with a pointy hat, and this is not the one ring of power." I raise my finger toward the jagged stone.Jeff's brows rise. "Bilbo? Bilbo Baggins?""Whatever!”

“That was… I don’t even know what that was.” Derek’s voice was nothing more than a rasping whisper. “That was making love, dirty style.”

“Derek's voice was nothing more than a rasping whisper. "That was making love, dirty style.”

“Everything went pitch-black and the next thing I knew, I was being hurled headfirst out of the room!”“And you didn’t see that coming?” said Harry, unable to help himself.“No, I did not, as I say, it was pitch —” Professor Trelawny stopped and glared at him suspiciously.”