Dis- no, wait, that's not it.
Dis- UCK, that's not it either! Where's that bold button!
Dis- Psh, that's wrong. Now…where are those other two buttons…

Dis- HA! I FIGURED IT OUT!

Disclaimer: Well, that was an interesting button episode. I am very pleased that a lot of people seemed to think my last chapter was funny! I was rather…distracted when I wrote it, and I didn't find my own work all that funny. Hmm…maybe I'm too harsh on myself.

-screams of 'WELL NO FRICKIN DUH!' from Insane and Veng-

….Right. Okay. Time to thank reviewers!

Supergirrl: Ahh, so that's what Gisele's about. Ah well, I just really liked wings! AND YES, I GET TO KEEP ORLANDO! VICTORY!

FemmeLoki: Yes. You have the power. We must all bow down before you. And feel free to keep Depp. I think he's a little whooooo.

And I loved the questions. In fact, I'm using one this time!

Blue-Rose-Soul: A new fan! Welcome to the BTR fangroup! Love the name. Love roses. Love your ideas! It's because of you guys out there that this story will last FOREVER! MUAHAHAHA!

-screams of pain from readers-

kloolk: Glomping: A big fat hug. Very common among phangirls. Peg legged man? Oh boy, I could have fun with him!

The Magic Pickle Fairy: Yes, mob, yes! And the graveyard! I have been wondering about those! Thank you for bringing them back up! –glomp-

Lady Pendragon: I amaze people! –tear, sniffle sniffle-. I'm so happy!

AnntoniaMarie: I love that idea! I will certainly use it! And I have a typical hilarious way? SWEET!

Now, here is a question from FemmeLoki that I completely loved. Enjoy it!

If Erik doesn't mind killing people, why didn't he just kill Carlotta to begin with?

(I don't even know when this chapter was set)

0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o

"Please?"

"No!"

"Please?"

"No Erik, I'm not letting you kill Carlotta!"

"But she's so annoyinngg!" Erik whined like a small child, pouting beneath the mask and glaring sideways at Madame Giry.

"I know she's annoying. But she's a main character, the Prima Donna, and-"

"Chrissie's Prima Donna," Erik cut in defensively, receiving very odd looks from Madame Giry.

"Chrissie?"

"Like mother like daughter," he grumbled, then sighed.

"Is there any other reason that I can't kill her besides those two?"

Mme. Giry looked a bit awkward now. Did she actually have another reason, or would Erik be allowed to kill the annoying red-head.

"Erm…Panji (HOW THE FREAK DO YOU SPELL HIS NAME?) likes her?"

Erik snickered quietly. "That's not good enough. I need another reason."

Madame Giry sighed loudly, thinking. After a moment she was the picture of perfect defeat, and she glanced over at Erik.

"How about we make a deal? What do you want in order to keep Signora Carlotta alive?"

"Christine," the Phantom replied in such record speed that it defyed the laws of physics.

"You know I can't give Mademoiselle Daae to you. It's against the law."

"Then what else can you give me that's Christine related? And don't say a complete manikin, a painted picture, a music box, a opera performance set, her photograph, half of her song lyrics, her undying trust/devotion, or a pair of her socks. I already have all of those."

Madame Giry looked at Erik like he was crazy…then she remembered he was. After pondering her situation, she knew she had One. Choice. Left.

"A kiss."

Erik turned his head so fast he got whiplash. You could see the rabid obsession flaring behind his cat-like yellow eyes.

"Two," he baited, and Mme. Giry groaned.

"Two."

"And in front of the Fop."

"…And in front of the Fop."

"And then I win."

"Deal's off," grunted the older woman, and Erik looked horror-struck.

"Okay, okay. I don't have to win. But because that isn't part of the deal, I want a little more added on."

"What could you possibly want that I haven't already offered?" she asked in a tired voice. Her first reply was that evil smirk which could melt the Arctic ice caps.

"Keep the phangirls away."

"Impossible. Next request."

"Let me kill those three anti-phangirls that no one likes."

"Also impossible. Next request."

"What do you mean that's impossible? No one likes them!"

Madame Giry sighed. "One of them writes this, one edits, and started carrying around a mallet and I think something exploded the last time she used it."

"Then can I at least knock out the taller one again? It's tradition!" he whined. Mme. Giry broke, and she shook her head to herself.

"Deal."

But before Erik could have a hayday and basically kill Veng, Madame Giry spoke again.

"Oh, yeah, by the way. About the phangirl thing."

Erik's happiness faded.

"One of them is here to see you," she pressed a button on the wall, and there stood a rabidly smiling phangirl with curly brown hair.

"Remember Kloolk?" The ballet woman asked in a smile as the girl rushed in and basically tackled down our poor maniac, screaming "ERIK!" and a bunch of little hearts floating above her head.

Madame Giry left Erik screaming very bloody clown-related murder and walked around for a little bit. She found Christine after a while, who looked over at her and noticed the slightly sick expression.

"Hey, what's wrong? You look like you just basically signed your daughter's best friend's life away to a crazy man and also let the crazy man kill a 15-year-old."

Madame Giry looked over at the soprano with guilt plastered across her features.

Christine laughed. "It's a figure of speech. Haven't you heard that one before?" She looked away as Madame Giry continued to stare in horror.

But then the curly victim continued. "Oh, yeah, one of those little costume girls was wondering where Erik was. I told her to go to your secret discussion room. Was that alright?"

The woman was quiet for a moment, then gave off a pretty good vampire smile. "That was the perfect thing to do."

0o0o0o0o0o0o0o

A/N: Alright, I'm obviously on a writing streak. It's all because you wonderful readers out there keep sending in ideas! And I appreciate them all! Continue sending them in so this story will NEVER DIE!

And about the Kloolk thing…she begged, alright? I owed her. If someone out there begs also, I'll put them in, too.

Are my stories getting shorter, or am I just less funny then I was before? Ah well, I have some pretty good ideas for a few new ones.

UNTIL NEXT TIME, MY LOYAL FRIENDS!

The BlackTippedRose