Now, this isn't actually my story – this is actually my dad's story. He wanted to make his own sick twisted prequel to The Phantom of the Opera, crossed over with the Honey Badger.
Don't be offended by this story guys, I love The Phantom of the Opera very much. My dad, being twisted, thought it would be funny to make his own prequel, so here it is! I hope it doesn't offend you guys, but it might. . .You have been warned! Some might find it funny, and if you do, then great! But if you are offended, then. . .Oh well.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Phantom of the Opera or the Honey Badger videos!
Do not flame or the Honey Badger will smack the shit out of you.
I will hand the computer to my dad now, so enjoy!
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It was a warm and sunny day in Paris France in the late 1800's. Erik was taking a leisurely walk along a winding roadway enjoying the simple pleasures of life. The birds were singing in the trees and Erik felt so alive and in a harmonious relationship with nature. Erik was so moved in his joy of life he decided to express himself through a song. Erik's only problem was he young and with a changing voice he could not carry a tune. Erik's voice was quite hideous, assaulting any ear drums within hearing distance. Unknown to Erik there was a traveling Honey Badger in the area. The sounds from Erik were putrid to the senses. Yes so horrible that you could smell the ugly sound coming from Erik. The Honey Badger now alerted to this horrific situation was moved to take immediate action. The Honey Badger looked upon the roadway and observed Erik. Oh the screeching sounds from Erik. The Honey Badger jumped upon Erik, like a berzerking Viking on the warpath. Oh the chaos. Erik was making a shrieking sound as the Honey Badger clawed and snapped at him. Lucky for Erik there was a bee keeper tending to his hive. The sweet aroma of the honey caught the attention of the Honey Badger. This was the break Erik needed. Erik was able to quickly flee and make his escape. Erik's escape was not without a price. Erik was horribly disfigured. But he was still alive. The most horrible scars were not outside but inside. Erik would spend the remainder of his days in fear of the roaming Honey Badger. Erik would wake up in the night screaming for the honey bees to come to his rescue. But they never do. Erik's torment continued day after day and year after year.
And you may think that it was horrible to hear about Erik's face getting chewed up by the Honey Badger, but the Honey Badger doesn't give a shit. He doesn't care – he was hungry – he just takes what he wants!
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The end.