Henrietta went outside to the backyard and took a puff of her cigarette.
"Stupid Gerard Butler fanbitches. If the Phantom were actually real, they'd be his first victims."
Suddenly, she heard ruffling in the bushes. Out of curiosity, she went over.
"Excuse me." said a Scottish accented voice.
A face popped out from the bushes.
"Gerard Butler?" said Henrietta in astonishment.
"Are there fangirls of my version of Phantom of the Opera in there?" asked Gerard Butler.
"Yeah, and they're annoying as Hell." said Henrietta.
"FINALLY! Someone who understands." said Gerard Butler.
"Huh?" asked Henrietta.
"Ever since my version of Phantom came out, Phangirls have been tormenting me, saying 'Oh Gerard, you're so hot in that movie. I would totally have stayed with you if I were Christine.'. I'm no Phantom; I'm not even that good of a singer. I only got the part because Michael Crawford was too old and I was in that ONE vampire movie."
"So what do you want me to do?" asked Henrietta.
"My house was burnt down last year dule to the California Wildfires. I need a place to hide from the Phangirls until my house gets rebuilt."
"Well I can't hide you in the house cause of the Phangirls, but I DO know a place you can stay."
