Yeah, yeah. I know I said the last chapter was the end, and this isn't really a chapter, just something to take care of a few loose ends that were eating my brain and smacking me upside the head. Anyway, here it is.
Epilouge
After the bit when Swan chased Christine down to the lair she declared that the Phantoms, Raouls, and everyone affiliated with them could all just go to hell. At which point she broke off her engagement with T and moved to Las Vegas where she became a pathetic crack-whore wanna-be showgirl. T refused to speak to the Phan for a period after this except one morning at breakfast when he asked her to pass the jam, which she immediately dumped onto his head in protest of his childish 'silent treatment'. T now takes his toast dry.
The Phan did indeed move in and much to the dismay of the Phantoms invited God to tea once a week. This practise was discontinued when CD came up missing for several days after one of her visits. He was eventually found in a closet muttering something about "42" and mice. Whereupon God was forbidden to EVER enter the lair AGAIN. This decision was later enforced by an interdimensional restraining order.
At one point the Phantom from the novel Maskarade (sic) demanded to know why he wasn't in the story. The author informed him that he didn't count and told him to piss off.
Two days later the Phantom from the Dark Horse Comics' Sherlock Holms Meets the Phantom of the Opera appeared. He also wanted to know what he wasn't in the story. He was informed that it was because he was basically the SK novel in comic book, that's why. He then pointed out that YK and CD were virtually identical as well. Not to mention POM was also basically the ALW. At this point the ALW and the Phan beat him about the head and shoulders until he took the last bit back.
Several other minor Phantoms showed up including, but not limited to, that one Gremlin from Gremlins 2, the jazzed up Phantom from Beetlejuice's Graveyard Revue at Universal Studios, Bob Bastard from Dilbert, as well as some versions which (gasp) the author had not yet seen. They were quickly informed where to shove it.
The Persian also stopped by, took one look at the Phan, shook his head, and left. The author is now happy.
If you feel something is still amiss please direct all comments to the review page. You never know, I may answer them. Thank you.
Epilouge
After the bit when Swan chased Christine down to the lair she declared that the Phantoms, Raouls, and everyone affiliated with them could all just go to hell. At which point she broke off her engagement with T and moved to Las Vegas where she became a pathetic crack-whore wanna-be showgirl. T refused to speak to the Phan for a period after this except one morning at breakfast when he asked her to pass the jam, which she immediately dumped onto his head in protest of his childish 'silent treatment'. T now takes his toast dry.
The Phan did indeed move in and much to the dismay of the Phantoms invited God to tea once a week. This practise was discontinued when CD came up missing for several days after one of her visits. He was eventually found in a closet muttering something about "42" and mice. Whereupon God was forbidden to EVER enter the lair AGAIN. This decision was later enforced by an interdimensional restraining order.
At one point the Phantom from the novel Maskarade (sic) demanded to know why he wasn't in the story. The author informed him that he didn't count and told him to piss off.
Two days later the Phantom from the Dark Horse Comics' Sherlock Holms Meets the Phantom of the Opera appeared. He also wanted to know what he wasn't in the story. He was informed that it was because he was basically the SK novel in comic book, that's why. He then pointed out that YK and CD were virtually identical as well. Not to mention POM was also basically the ALW. At this point the ALW and the Phan beat him about the head and shoulders until he took the last bit back.
Several other minor Phantoms showed up including, but not limited to, that one Gremlin from Gremlins 2, the jazzed up Phantom from Beetlejuice's Graveyard Revue at Universal Studios, Bob Bastard from Dilbert, as well as some versions which (gasp) the author had not yet seen. They were quickly informed where to shove it.
The Persian also stopped by, took one look at the Phan, shook his head, and left. The author is now happy.
If you feel something is still amiss please direct all comments to the review page. You never know, I may answer them. Thank you.