Guess what I got! The Spamalot Stage Show Soundtrack! (haven't seen the show, couldn't, but I love the music especially the Song that goes like This and All for One)
Review Replies: You lot are incredible, you know that?
Fantome de l'Opera: Have fun and congrats! Gerry I dont give a damn if you feel violated, this is my phic and you are NOT my muse so nya! (And happy birthday) Oh! I love Reeses! Cant get them here though
PJBG: Awesome Idea! Thanks! Hmm...off to plot
Miss Black Shadow: I saw your sister joined, hows the phic going?
Sailor Earth Selestina118: African swallows are indeed the best, heheh, good old Gerik.
The Next Christine: Thanks for the muffin, I needed a new door jamb (I wont say what i did with the kisses and huggles) We shall be friends! Randomness is the best kind of fun (right up there with klutziness) I'll read your story...soon I hate working this week! 3 days to Graduation!
Octopus Knight: You silly aquatic Kannnigget! Ok, sorry, YES there were lines missing! My friend read them to me there was one about DD saying to Draco "Thay would never expect you to succeed" and something else about "Your father is safe in prison we can keep your mother safe too" or some such thing How unfair is that! Coconuts!
Erik's Vampire: Me too its my favourite!
Cap'n Meg: I get talent from...actually I have no idea where it springs from, but i think it's like my songphics, if I get a line and suddenly parodize it, then I work on the rest of the song, much like this.
Queenofinsanity: I dont think anyone ever really knows the point
invaderoperaghost: Thanks! It's fun to write!
Erik for President: What about a Phan who says Squee!
Mominator: Either can I
cookies-will-invade: (calls an ambulance for small alien toy) Migrating Plumber...oops, I think next time I join something I'll call myself Migrating Coconuts, i just adore the line "Are you suggesting coconts migrate?"
Reltistic: Youve never seen MP? My god! You either love it or hate it but there are so many in jokes, once you see it you'll understand
Philippe de Chagny trundles his cart along a dirty muddy street, clanging on a uh...clanger, "Bring out your dead!" he cries. "Bring out your dead!"
This goes on for a little while as he wanders up the street, random people are coughing or laying out relatives or simply going about their business.
"clang Bring out your dead!
clang Bring out your dead!
clang Bring out your dead!
clang Bring out your dead!"
Erik (let's say it's the Hugh Parano Erik) appears, an old stick of a man over his shoulder "Here's one" he holds out a hand of coins to Philippe "Nine pence." Suddenly the old man over Hugh-Parano-Erik's shoulder looks up, "I'm not dead!"
Philippe stares at the old man who as it turns out is the not quite strangled Joseph Buquet.
"What?" he asks in surprise
Hugh-Parano-Erik tries to act like everything is normal "Nothing" he says hastily, "Here's your nine pence."
"I'm not dead!" Joseph Buquet protests.
"Here" Philippe glares at Hugh-Parano-Erik, "He says he's not dead!"
"Yes, he is."
"I'm not!" the stagehand wailed, throwing his arms around and kicking his legs
"He isn't." Philippe realised.
"Well, he will be soon, he's very ill. I just strangled him with my Punjab lasso
"I'm getting better!"
"No, you're not," Hugh-Parano-Erik told him derisively "You'll be stone dead in a moment."
"Oh, I can't take him like that," Phillipe looks rather regretful but is determined to do his job, "It's against regulations."
"I don't want to go on the cart!" Joseph Buquet cries.
"Oh, don't be such a baby." Hugh-Parano-Erik threw back over his shoulder.
"I can't take him..." Phillipe sighs with sympathy
"I feel fine!"
"Oh, do us a favour..." Hugh-Parano-Erik begs
"I can't." Phillipe spreads his hands helplessly
"Well, can you hang around a couple of minutes?" Hugh-Parano-Erik asks, "He won't be long."
"Naaah," Philippe disagrees, "I got to go on to Robinson's -- they've lost nine from the flies to the stage today."
"Well, when is your next performance?" Hugh-Parano-Erik sighs in regret.
"Thursday." Philippe answers curtly, looking at the pile on his cart.
"I think I'll go for a walk." Buquet says happily, looking around with bright eyes.
"You're not fooling anyone y'know." Hugh-Parano-Erik tells him, "I strangled you fair and square," he turns to Philippe in despair, "Look, isn't there something you can do?" Philippe hesitates.
"I feel happy... I feel happy." Joseph Buquet sings, and both men shudder, Hugh-Parano-Erik looks at Philippe in desperation and the older de Chagny brother nods, walking around the Phantom and whops Buquet on the head, the stagehand falls limp.
"Ah, thanks very much." Hugh-Parano-Erik grins behind his mask, tossing the inert body onto the cart.
"Not at all." Philippe nods and picks up the cart handles, "See you on Thursday."
"Right." The two men bow and take their leave as King-Leroux-Erik-Arthur clops past with Christie, both men stare in awe as he goes past.
"Who's that then?" Philippe asks.
Hugh-Parano-Erik shrugs delicately, relived to have gotten rid of his burden "I don't know."
The Manager frowns slightly, watching the coconut parade go past, "Must be a king."
Now it was Hug-Parano-Erik's turn to frown "Why?"
"He hasn't got shit all over him."
Next Chapter...The Constitutional Ballet Rats! (runs off singing "No he's not dead yet"