Mail time ;D

WARNING: The next part is written by two people suffering from boredom, and Internet loss.

My school computer is being foppish, like Rau-… I mean. ROB. /A/N: random fan named Rob looks insulted and stops reading. / F/N: Sorry Rob. No offense meant./ I have no Internet connection, and I am too poor to own a computer at home. So anyway, I finally have an update.

YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ THIS PART. OTHER PEOPLE WITH INSANE FRIENDS WHO STEAL KEYBOARDS WILL UNDERSTAND! You can skip this part, it won't be offended or anything. Only I will. F/N NOT NICE! IM NOT AN IT! And I don't steal. I permanently borrow. /A/N: Friend is mad at her since she pleaded that she was broke earlier. / F/N: this is mad friend. She lied to me! Says she was broke she did. Hater she is. /A/N: Friend is mad, don't listen to her F/N LISTEN TO ME! A/N Now read the insane letter. Oh yeah, be sure to review. Reviews make me happy. No reviews depress me, and I'll decide not to write ever, ever, ever again! F/N Didn't you get the point at about the second ever? I did. Just so you know, I did take the keyboard. Fo- stupid computer. No Internet. I hate you. /A/N: Stares at friend as she mumbles about having no Internet. Shakes her head and finally gets to the letter. She needs help that only Internet can give. One last thing, if you hate AN's like this, then please don't be mad. I warned you in the bold letters!

Ok, serious stuff now. I'm writing both of the mangers at the same time. It's funnier that way.

Firmin: Normal lettering
Andre: Italics

/A/N: Borrows Erik's lasso and tries to strangle Friend while you are reading. She scares author away with a picture of Raoul.

Disclaimer: I don't own Phantom. I'm saving up the money though. I got .03 cents from robbing the fo- I mean Raoul, but that's it now.

Chapter 6
The Managers

We bring to you, yet, another letter of complaint. Surprised, are you? Or are you perhaps getting the hint that it is time to redo your precious musical. Come on Firmin! Let me write now! It's no fair that you get to write the whole letter. Honestly Andre, why don't you just shut-up! Really, I am doing us both a favor by writing the letter. Insufferable, greedy- /A/N: Author sees the mad look on Andre's face and hastily points at the PG title. No swearing gentlemen please. The managers glare at each other before settling down to business./

Our first complaint -My first complaint- Oh, it's mine as well Andre! Now, will you just lay off/A/N: Andre mumbles something about snooty, always getting the better half partners. Author and Friend listens sympathetically./ As I was saying -We where saying- our first complaint is that the whole movie we were continually being outwitted be a deranged madman! We looked like complete idiots! Complete fools. Come on Andre, just let me write! I'm ten times more eloquent when it comes to the written word than you! Ahh! How dare you-/A/N: Author glares and comes up with a compromise. Firmin can finish his complaint, and then Andre can write the next one. The managers unhappily agree. Author reminds them that writing an insane letter with her is ten times better then dealing with Carlotta. Managers are happy to cooperate now. Author smiles smugly./

Anyway, as I was saying. Do you have any idea how embarrassing it was to be at the every will and whim of a psycho? Do you know what people say when they hear that we where run out of business by a ghost/A/N: Author tries not to laugh as she remembers those conversations./ Let me just say that those results where the furthest from satisfactory! My turn now! Hold on just one second you impatient moron! You've written long enough! No, I have not! I have plenty more to say on this subject. Really? Like what? There is tons I have to say! Like . . .Like . . .Ummm. Augh! Alright, you can write.

Yippee! My turn! (sticks tongue out at a glaring Firmin) My complaint is . . .is. . . just wait a second. /A/N: Andre looks at the author for help. She whispers to him what she wants him to write. A look of enlighten crosses his face, and we can move on with the story/ You see, I told you that he couldn't do it/A/N: Author glares at Firmin. Firmin finally shuts up./ My complaint is that the two actors you had playing us looked absolutely ridicules. (Andre beams proudly)That! It took all of that thinking just to write that! Oh my goodness, the fop could of done that better! Who's the fop/A/N: Author decides not to answer, that could take way too long/ Anyway, You made Firmin a giant! He wishes he could be that tall! And the ridicules hair! What was with that? He had a wannabe Elvis look going. Hey! Look who's talking! I don't know what you call that dead animal on your head, but it certainly wasn't anywhere near a good excuses for a hair do! Why! You imprudent!- /A/N: Author breaks in before things get out of control. You both looked lousy. So lets move on now./

My turn again. I'm poor now! I poured all of my money into that cheap Opera House, only to have it burned to the ground by some lovesick maniac! What do you mean your money? It was our money, remember! Well it was our money until you stole it all from me! Stole it! What are you talking about! Spare us the drama; we all know that you invented that unbelievable ghost facade just to rob me! Why, I have never been so insulted! It was you who stole the money from me! What! How dare you insinuate!(Managers start beating each other up, and the Author sighs. Well, it was fun while it lasted. Okay guys, can you break it up long enough to sign the letter?)

Oh, yeah sure! So reshoot the movie. As soon as possible!

Sincerely,
Andre
Firmin (They go right back to beating each other up)

So did you like? Or was it too confusing. Oh well, chaos can be funny. So, if you enjoyed it be sure to review.