Chapter Seven
Just Another Chapter
NARRATOR: We last left off when-Oh god, why do I even need to say this? It's not like anyone just sees this story and randomly skips to chapter seven! You should know what is happening, and I'm gonna ask the Authoress for a raise
AUTHORESS: No
NARRATOR: You're a poopy head
HARRY: Okaaaaayy...we still have a story goin on here guys.
RON: Yea, and we'd like to get back to it?
NARRATOR: Why should I care? What about my needs?
AUTHORESS: Your fired
NARRATOR: WHAT?
AUTHORESS: Yea, you heard me. A bouncy prep valley girl is replacing you, to make the story more interesting
NARRATOR: I hate you all. Bye!
NEW NARRATOR: Okay, like, they were all like, OhMiGawd! There is a big...umm ship comin! Oh my god, oh my god oh my god! We are all, like, gonna die!
AUTHORESS: Yea, y'know what. screw it. Your fired too. Hey you, come back! You're rehired!
NARRATOR: Yes!
NEW NARRATOR: Uh! That is unfair, dude! (starts whining)
NARRATOR: (gets out machine gun) I'll take care of this
ERIK: Okay, disturbingness at a maximum high
NEW NARRATOR: Totally
RON: Whatever, lets just get back to our story!
MEG AND CHRISTINE: (still screaming) Yea...can we stop screaming
ERIK: Wow, they're mouths are like a mile long
GASTON: haha...
RAOUL: Cheesy potatoes
HERMIONE: Um, y'know there's still a ship thas commin' towards us
ERIK: (sarcastically)Yea, we forgot!
RAOUL: Yea, I did
(all look at him)
(By that time the Titanic hit the iceberg, but misses them completley. But since I'm bord of them and they really don't have any purpose in this story and never will, Gaston, the Beast and Belle fell off into the Titanic.)
CHRISTINE: Well, that was...pointless
CARLOTTA: Yes, verreh
RAOUL: Heh, did she just say furry?
CARLOTTA: VERREH!
DORA: It's mean to-
ERIK: WE DON'T CARE!
BOOTS: I went potty
EVERYONE EXCEPT DORA AND THE HUNCHBACK: GOOD FOR YOU!
DORA: You're all meanies
RON: Thank you for that inspiring report, Jane Goodall
DORA: You're welcome
RAOUL: Wanna play seven minutes in heaven
ERIK: no
RAOUL: Wanna-
ERIK: NO.
RAOUL: K-
ERIK: Shut
RAOUL: bu-
ERIK: up
RAOUL:...Erikisameanpoopyheadandugly!
ERIK: You're a stupid fop, even during the whole Phantom of the Opera business
HARRY:Yea, as long as we're talking about that, Christine, why did you smile at all the wrong times?
CHRISTINE:What?
RON: Hey, yea! You smiled when the Phantom was singing the Phantom of the Opera, when he was swearing at you for taking off his mask, and during Past the Point! I mean, how much botox do you take
CHRISTINE: That wasn't me, it was all Emmy Rossum's fault
ERIK: Suuuuure...blame it all on your imaginary friend
CHRISTINE: She is not imaginary! It just so happens that I'm the only one that can see her. And she lives in my head, and is eating my brains right about now
RON: We can tell. Gives you certain brain damages
CHRISTINE: Nu-uh! I do not have brain damage-amage-amage-amage...
ERIK: (to Raoul) Congratulations! You are no longer the only mentally retarded one
RAOUL: Whuzzah