Yay this chapter is here! It really is fun tortureing people!Oh and I keep forgetting this!Disclaimer:I don't own Phantom of the Opera!Only Cheeseland!There you are!Here we go.Yes and this is Gerik!But I'm just going to call him Erik because it's easier.
Victim number three.
Erik entered the room,still wondering why he had even bothered to come.Mostly on impulse because the note was addressed from the fop.And out of sheer interest to see what was so bad about it he had come.All that was in the room was a chair,almost directly in the center.
Sit.
"I beg your pardon?" Erik asked."The opera ghost does not take commands from a disembodied voice."
That's too bad.Sit or I'll make you.
"And how exactly do you intend to make me?" Erik asked.
By doing this. The chair moved forward and knocked Erik into a sitting position on it.Then he was strapped down and the chair returned to it's normal position.Know your stars...know your stars...know your stars...Erik...he really isn't the phantom of the opera...
"And do you have proof to backup your claim?"
Not exactly.
"Then it doesn't phase me."
Fine...Erik...he has a teddy bear named Mr.Punjab...Mr.Punjab has a costume like his...
"That I can tell you is not true.Mr.Punjab dies 10 years ago when he was throwen into the lake by an angry phan girl.Never to be seen again."
If I had an ounce of compasion in me I would say that was a sad story.But I don't so instead I'll just laugh at you.
"Go ahead."
You think your tough don't you?...Erik...he actually hates Christine the queen of Cheeseland,because she's all cheesy and he's all not...
"Would you care to make sense for just a moment?"
How about I say what I want and you shut up?...Erik...he doesn't know of the wonderful cheesy goodness of cheeseland so he will never eat cheesey cheese of cheeseness again...
"Alert me when you begin to make sense."
Erik...he plays dolls with Chase Young on a weekly basis...
"You have no proof of that."
Don't I? A picture of Erik and Chase sitting on the ground playing with barbies and my little ponys in seen on a scene.
"This proves nothing.You could have altered a few different pictures to make it seem like that on the internet."
I will get to you eventually...Erik...couldn't sing if his life depended on it...he's a lip-syncher just like the Queen of Cheeseland...
"That is a downright lie."
If it is then sing right now.Occapela.
"Has it occured to you that I may not want to sing?And everyone knows that you have to warmup before singing."
Lip-syncher.
"I do not lip-sync."
Lip-syncer of synchingness.
"For the last time I do not lipsync."
Then sing...or maybe you can't!
"This is idiotic and childish."
Fine then...lip-syncher...Erik...he can't compose...he hires people to do it for him...
"This is where the madness stops!"
And now you know Erik.The non phantom,bear having,doll playing,non-Christine deserving,lip-syncher,who can't compose...
"They do not know me!" Erik yelled as the chair released him and he walked off the stage.