All Thangs Just Keep Getting Better For Erik!

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"Oh... Sheeeeeeet..."

"Carson, are you okay? Thom called out uncertainly. He dropped a box filled with Erik's compositions to one side. "Do you need help?"

"Oh my... Oh no... Oh... Well, what do...?"

"Carson? Carson?" he stressed. He received no straight answer.

"Ricky!" cried Thom, rushing out of the room. "Ricky! Ricky! Come here! This is important!" He imitated a siren.

Erik and his billowing cape huffed into the hall. "Number One: It's ERIK. Number Two: What?"

Thom stopped abruptly in his tracks. "Oh, my God. That Number One, Number Two thing? That sounded so gay..." Noticing Erik's shoulders shake intensely with every exasperated breath, he cleared his throat and continued. "I think there's something wrong with Cars-"

"Hey, Mister Filicia!" yelled Jai. Lifting up an edge of Erik's cape off the floor, he twirled it around in his fingers and said, "Will this stay or go bye-bye?"

Thom took the material and rubbed it between his fingers. "No..." he said contemplatively. "They would make absolutely posh curtains... I mean, the mater-"Remembering the somewhat distressing situation of a certain blonde gay man, he shook his head in a reprimanding manner and continued. "I think Carson is in need of help..."

Erik raised his brow uninterestedly. "Oh dear." He breathed amusedly. "Do tell..."

"Well if you insist..." chuckled Thom. "Ahem... Well, Carson went in this dark room, and I think he's locked in. He sounds distraught, and he didn't respond to me when I called him..."

Erik took a minute to process this information. Succeeding that, a maliciously sexy grin spread across his face.

Jai licked his lips. "Ooh, yummy..."

Erik fell to the floor in maniacal laughter. "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

Thom grabbed Erik's arm and dragged him to the room. "Come on, we have to help my friend! Aaaaah!

Erik's eyes began to water. The sight of that homosexual pest freaking out in an African forest brought tears to his eyes and great joy to his heart. 'There is a God...' he thought happily to himself.

"Well, help him!" cried Thom.

Erik picked himself up off the floor and dusted himself off. He walked in the direction where Thom's finger was pointing. He paused abruptly, wondering why he was hearing Carson scream from somewhere other than the Torture Chamber.

"Monsieur Kressley...?" he mouthed tentatively.

No reply.

"Excuse me, Sir...?"

With that, the doors flew violently open, the momentum smacking Erik against the wall. He shook his eyes open and saw a clammy Carson, panting heavily as if he's just seen a ghost.

"Oh, que horror!" he wailed alarmingly.

"He's alive!" rejoiced Thom.

"Barely!" supplied Carson, wiping his brow. He pointed to the darkness within and gave Thom a look. He took a deep breath and marched back in. Erik was confused.

"Carson, no! Don't go back in there!!!" warned Thom.

A few minutes later, Carson emerged intact carrying a bunch of Erik's evening suits and tuxedos. A look of anguish spread across his face as Carson dropped them on the floor and stomped on them.

"Blonde gay, good. Black and gray, baaaaaad..." he recited to himself.

With that, he went back in and took out more suits that grew darker and darker with each trip. Carson went back in but this time, he was heard crying, "Salvation! Salvation! I have been redeemed! Salvation!"

What caused all the fuss, you say? Carson beamed proudly as he strode out of Erik's closed with five white dress-shirts.

Celebration and chaos ensued as Erik tried to calculate the damage.

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Please, I'm begging you. Please review this little thing! I'm sorry if this chapter isn't as funny as the rest. I know it's so short, but I find myself incapable of writing uber-long chapters unless the thing's a one-shot... Wah! Please! ! I love you all! :-D See yaz!

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