Okay, here's how I got into this little mess.

The Narnian Phantom Stallion and I were PM- ing each other. Erik decided to join in, and got mad that both of us are adding ourselves into Phantom of the Opera. (Well, I added my cousin, but it still counts)

Then, Erik logged onto my computer and wrote this;

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It was a beautiful day in Paris. Christine and the Phantom of the Opera were singing happily in the catacombs of the Opera Populaire, when a bunch of ignorant phangirls interrupted them.

"Oh no!" Christine exclaimed. "It's the Narnian Phantom Stallion and Queen Madisyn of Narnia, the worst of all phangirls!"

The Phantom whipped out his Punjab lasso, swinging it in front of him. A few phangirls took pictures with their phones.

"You will no longer make me miserable!" the Phantom shouted. He Punjabbed the two annoying authors, then threw them off the top of the Opera Populaire to the public below as a word of warning to people who write bad things about him, or write stories about him that don't involve Christine.

"Oh, Angel!" Christine exclaimed. "My hero!"

And, thus saying, the Phantom of the Opera and Christine Daae lived happily ever after in the Opera Populaire, Raoul drowned in the infamous underground lake trying to "save" Christine, and they were never again bothered by phangirls or writers of the Phantom sort.

The End.

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Remind me to password protect my user, kay?

Erik: I can just force you to tell me the password.

Me: Yeah, but if you kill me, you can't get the password!

Erik: Fine. I'll get my own laptop.

Me: If the store owners of the Microsoft store don't have a heart attack when they see a guy wearing a half mask, dressed like someone from the 18th century, and carrying around a Punjab lasso. They just might not sell you one.

Erik: Hmph.

Me: Ha- ha! I have the power!