I admit this one is slightly shorter than the others. Ah well. When I'm in a funny mood, I just crank one of these out. One of my more random fics. But completely enjoyable! ;-)
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Just got done writing a dirty song for me and Christine to sing. Haha, someday they'll write a musical about me...
Now let's hope Madame Giry doesn't find it. My bottom still hurts from when she found me in a compromising position with the mannequin...
Doesn't like my mannequin for some reason.
WHY DOES NOBODY LOVE MY MANNEQUIN?
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Crap.
All I found to make my scary costume out of for the party was this bright... telly-tubby red. How unmasculine. Ah well, at least I have this cool skeleton mask. And I stole the fop's eyeliner. That should make this get-up totally more masculine. Hmm, now all I need's some glitter...
And a pokey-thingy...er, sword.
And a trap-door of doooom.
Later
Well, what a complete disaster that was. Was very close to skewering certain fat boys... Would have skewered, but little miss prissy decided to play coy with me...disgusting display of spite with the fop ensued.
"Oh! We're engaged! How wonderful!" little squirrels frolick about their feet
"Yes, how delightful my love!" singing faeries appear
"But alas! No one must know! Especially not the phantom dude!"
"Uh... ok"
"I know! I'll hide the big sparkly ring in my CLEVAGE! I mean come on, he'll never look there..."
But I gave them my collection of dirty songs to sing, so no matter! Maybe Christine will get the hint...
It did hurt when she told me his waffles were better...sniffle And that my glitter was a poor attempt at being more like the fop...
"snigger snigger girly man...snigger"
Well at least I didn't come to the party looking like a large my-size barbie doll.
So I got slightly pissy and decided to walk back up the stairs, when I bent down to sneeze over one of the trap doors. Well, who would have thought that there's explosives in the opera house? I mean come on, what kind of moron puts explosive devices in a box, and then labels it in green marker 'glitter for erik'?
Hmm, maybe that's why the fop was backing away...
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My dirty songs opera isn't going to well. Especially with Christine. Then again, if I had to sing all these semi-perverted yet poetically pleasing lyrics about sex with a fat man I also wouldn't be as inclined to eat many waffles.
Though no one wants to stalk or obsess over a girl who's getting too plump on waffles, so perhaps this is a good thing.
Ack! He LOOKED at her! That's it.
Fat boy is going down.
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