I do not own The Phantom of the Opera, Teletubbies, or Sweeney Todd, or any of their characters I do not own The Phantom of the Opera, Teletubbies, or Sweeney Todd, or any of their characters. If I owned the Teletubbies, I'd be dead by now because some Teletubbie-hating insane person would have killed me.

The Harmful Psychological Effects of Overexposure to Teletubbies or How to Torture a Teletubbie

The Interruption

"Knock, knock."

Erik answered the door.

"Oh, god!"

The knocking at the door interrupted our game. Christine and I sat on the floor, holding our pieces. Erik turned his head to look at us. "Who is it, dear?" Christine asked him.

Erik didn't say anything. The Teletubbies rushed into the house.

I cried out. Suddenly, the four little ugly freaks rushed to me and grabbed me and dragged me out of the house before Erik or Christine could stop them.