The crowd stared in bewilderment. He was gorgeous! The left side was just as hot if not even hotter then the right side.
Erik seized Christine by the arm and led her back to his layer
Erik sings: Down once more to the dungeons of my black despair down once more to the crimson of my mind down we plunge down to darkness deep as hell (licks finger and sets it on his skin and you hear a sizzle)
Christine: swoons
Raoul: Is pushed into the set and when he regains his balance meets eyes with the phantom, terrified.
Erik: ah, I think my dear we have a guest. I had rather hoped that he would come. This is indeed an imperial delight.
Raoul screams and says with a quivering voice "help someone save me please!"
Erik: opens gate and seizes Raoul and forces him to chow down on his pudding of doom.
Raoul: Starts crying like a sissy as he grows fatter and fatter by the moment
"Christine I tried so hard to free you." He cried.
"Yea right!" Christine snapped.
Erik: This is the choice this is the point of Tax Return
Christine laughs bitterly "That." She says pointing a finger at Raoul, "Is too pathetic to even be considered a choice."
"That's it?" Erik asked a bit confused, then sighs.
"I was hoping this would be more of a challenge. I didn't even want you anyways."
Erik: looks around for someone more suitable and points to a brown haired, brown eyed tart from behind the camera. "You!" He practically yelled.
"Me?" The tart squeaked with excitement.
Erik grabbed the Tart by the waist and together they poofed in a cloud of dark smoke and they were never seen again.
It's over now the music of the Night
The End
