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Chapter 5

Disclaimer: See chapter 1. Also, I don't own 'Bohemian Rhapsody.' That credit goes to Queen.

While the girls finished their party at a reasonable hour, the guys were still going strong into the wee hours of the morning. The noise was too much for Satine and the others to sleep, and they had nothing better to do, so they decided to spy on the guys and see just what happened when several men got together to drink and have fun. Satine watched through the peephole of the closed door, with Marie, Andrea, and the Diamond Dogs at the cracks. The men were definitely getting wild considering the amount of absinth that had obviously been drunk.

Suddenly, Toulouse, Christian, and Harold were singing. "Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality. Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see." "I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy," Christian sang. Then the three joined in together again. "Because I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low. Any way the wind blows, doesn't really matter," that sang. "To meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." With that, Christian stood up on a chair, arms spread out wide as if greeting an audience.

"Mamma, just killed a man. Put a gun against his head. Pulled my trigger now he's dead." With that he fell forward, and Harold and Toulouse had to prop him back up. "Mamma, life had just begun. And now I've gone and thrown it all away. Mamma…oooo….didn't mean to make you cry. If I'm not back again this time tomorrow, carry on. Carry on. As if nothing really matters." Now he had fallen completely off the chair, and even though Toulouse and Harold had caught him, he had partially landed on the Narcoleptic Argentinean.

"Too late, my time has come. Sends shivers down my spine. Body aching all the time. Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go. Got to leave you all behind and face the truth. Mamma…ooo…I don't wanna die. I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all." Suddenly, the three of them jumped up, as if animated by some unseen force. Though the men definitely saw that the green fairy was holding them up.

"I see a little silhouetto of a man. Scaramousche. Scaramousche. Will you do the fandango? Thunderbolts and lightning, very very frightening me!" Then…"Galleleio," sang Christian and Harold. "Galleleio," sang Toulouse. "Galleleio." "Galleleio." "Galleleio Figaro!" the three sang at the same time. "Magnifico-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!" Then Christian came in again. "I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me." "He's just a poor boy from a poor family. Spare him this life from this monstrosity," Harold and Toulouse supplemented.

"Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?" "Bismillah! No! We will not let you go!" "Let me go!" "Bismillah! No! We will not let you go!" "Let me go!" "Bismillah! No! We will not let you go!" "Let me go!" "Will not let you go" "Let me go!" "Will not let you go!" "Let me go!" "No no no no no no no no no!" "Mama mia!" "Mama mia!" "Mama mia!" "Mama mia! Let me go!" "Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me! For me! For me!"

It was at that time that the Narcoleptic Argentinean awoke. Not sure what was going on. He began singing his own song. "All your base. All your base. All your base are belong to us. All your base. All your base. All your base are belong to us. All your base. All your base. All your base are belong to us. All your base. All your base. All your base are belong to us. All your base. All your base. All your base are belong to us. All your base. All your base. All your base are belong to us. All your base. All your base. All your base are belong to us."

He then blacked out again, so James decided to pick up where the other three had left off. "So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye. So you think you can love me and leave me to die. Oh baby. Can't do this to me baby. Just gotta get out. Just gotta get out. Just gotta get right outta here." By now, Christian, James, Harold, and Toulouse were dancing in a circle around the Argentenean. They all sang the last part together. "Nothing really matters. Anyone can see. Nothing really matters. Nothing really matters to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Anyway the wind blows!!!!"

It was too funny. The girls, still spying, just couldn't stop themselves from falling down in laughter. "Looks like your Shakespeare's way out of it," Nini whispered to Satine. The Sparkling Diamond couldn't help but giggle, nodding in agreement.