A/N: Hello! This is just a bit of drabble, but its parodies austenfan1990 and I came up with when we were bored…it started as a lark last November during our work experience, but now, we're utterly nuts about making these up! Hope you all enjoy!

Erik: come to me, angel of music…

Raoul enters, wearing bright pink

Raoul: so sorry I'm late, my flowers were dying. Am I missing anything?

Erik: Er…how about your mind?

Erik: I am your angel of music…come to me, angel of…

Christine: You most certainly are not!

Erik: Not what?

Christine: An angel of music!

Erik: (sarcastically) Fine! Would "deformed, mauled and psychotic maniac of music" do?

Christine: Ah….point taken.

Raoul: So what does he look like?

Christine: I beg your pardon?

Raoul: His face, I mean.

Christine: (hurt at Raoul's insensitivity and sarcastic) Oh, I don't know, it would look like you after you were dead for two months!

Christine: You do have a lot of candles here, Erik. Aren't you afraid of a fire?

Erik exasperatedly points to the lake

Erik: (sarcastic) And what the hell do you think that is for, my dear? Decoration?!

Christine: But Erik! People will be killed!

Erik raises a brow

Erik: Well they bloody well better after all the hard work I'm putting into this!

Christine stares at him

Christine: You seriously need a new hobby.

Christine: God give me the courage to show you, you are not alone.

She kisses Erik. Raoul is indignant

Raoul: What the hell?! I promise you a wonderful life and give you an engagement ring, and you choose Monster-face and his creepy boat?!

Erik: This face, which earned a mother's fear and loathing-

Without thinking, Christine speaks under her breath

Christine: Did you honestly expect it to do otherwise?

Erik glares

Raoul: There is no Phantom of the Opera!

Erik removes Punjab Lasso and holds it menacingly

Erik: Wanna bet?