The Tragic Death of a Fop

by fopaliciousgalwaygirl

It's weird. It's crazy. It's completely insane. It's the "tragic" death of our always-loved fop, Raoul. If you can't handle some humorous Raoul-bashing, do not read this story.

Raoulkins skipped merrily along the sidewalk, swinging his pink murse playfully.

"La, la, what a lovefest," he sang, batting his long eyelashes.

"La, la, she's da bestest!" He replied to himself in his second personality. Now, Raoulkins had many personalities. The voices in his head controlled him.

"Boo boo de doop!" He suddenly sang. Then, he saw a big chimney.

"This must lead to Candy Mountain! FILL ME WITH SWEETS SUGARY GOODNESS!" He plunged headfirst into the chimney, expecting to see a magical leoplurodon. But he did not see one.

Erik was singing Galway Girl to a surveillance camera, and then complaining about how bad his band was, Raoulkins being the drummer.

"Sorry, man," Raoul said.

Then, Erik strangled him with his Punjab lasso, and he was done with once and for all.