A/N: Woohoo, I'm free! This fic is being co-written by my freind, who is playing the part of the spork seller.
Disclaimer: Don't own, can't think of anything witty to say... to tired.
-s"
Suddenly, the spork seller came out of the lake, looking rather wet.
"Morning y'all" She said
"Er, since when did you talk like that?" Said Sammy
"Since yesteryear..."
"Errr, okay..." said Erik, looking thoroughly perplexed. Christine, however looked exactly the same, and probably will tomorrow, and the next day, and the next...
Then Ayesha aka the cat of hatred for darogas and permanently-lacking-of-brains sopranos, came in because we were desperately in need of some plot.
"So... when does the plot start" Said Nadir as he hadn't said much for a while.
Then a packet of peanuts fell from an aeroplane in the sky.
"Look!" Cried Ned
This turn of events raised a lot of questions in the room.
"What's an aeroplane?" Said Christine
"Who's Ned?" Said Erik
"Where's my hair gel?" Said Raoul
"Wha---- Hair gel...?" Said Nadir
"How do you think I keep it so lovely and smooth" Said Raoul.
"?" Said everyone. " And you were going to marry him...?" Said Erik to Christine.
"Well it seemed like a good idea at the time...?" Said Christine, holding her hands up defensively.
"So, anyone want any sporks?" said the spork seller, who was actually called Melissa.
"Can someone remove this lunatic from my house?" Said Erik
"I resent being called a lunatic, I am actually a well-respected member of society with a perfectly normal job!" Said Melissa.
"Of course you are" Said Ned " Now lets get this white jacket on and back to that nice padded room you like so much."
"Where's Christine"Cried the fo- er I mean Raoul.
"What... NOOO, my angel is missing" Cried Erik.
"DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUN" Said the dramatic music, ending the chapter on my pathetic excuse for a cliffhanger.
A/N:
M: WHEEEEE, Sporkssporkssporks!
S: Shut it with the sporks already
M: Okay, okay. Review or I'll spork you!
S: Right, that's the last time I let an asylum-resident co-write my fic.