The Revenge of the Fop

Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the opera, I am not a fan! DOWN WITH THE PHANS

Could it be true? No he reassured himself, it couldn't be what he thought it was NO it was! The new slippers! Oh, what joy what eternal bliss! I must have them Raoul thought, yes it's mine, my own, my precious! He gave an evil smile and strolled into the busy street. The carriages swarmed around him, people yelled "GET OUT OF THE WAY!" but his eyes lingered on his prize. Suddenly a cart racing down the street plowed him over. Yet, as soon as the cart was off of him, despite the broken bones he obviously had, he dragged himself to the side walk. Then the unthinkable, a man strolled in bought the slippers and walked out. "NO!" he cried in anguish, he fell to the ground in complete despair. Oh, the evil man, what could have possessed him to take the slippers that rightly belonged to him! HIM! Raoul, him, his! The villain walked into a carriage. Raoul immediately jumped on behind. He road, the wind blowing his girly boy hair, Yes, he the hero he the joy he the chick magnet he the fop he Christine's pride and joy! Oh, yes he would get those slippers and live happily ever after! He would know the slippers, understand the slippers, love the slippers, Date the slippers, HE WOULD BE THE SLIPPERS! The house stopped in front of a large house, very much like his own, but he didn't care, he would have a stake out. Watch and wait. Ten hours past, ten hours of the hate swelling in him, the man walked out. NO! He was WEARING the slippers. In a cry on complete rage he flew threw the air landing on the poor man in a heap.
"MINE!" he yelled ripping the slippers off of the feet of the man, leaving him barefoot. Good gosh, this man didn't wear any socks; they would have to be disinfected. He ran down the street like mad. "Mine their mine, all mines. THEIR MINE!" yet this one fatal yell, oh, if he only hadn't yelled. But he did. The judge said twenty years behind bars. And the only person that lived happily ever after was the strange masked figure that had bought the shoes.

And the moral of this story is, buying slippers is as dangerous as war.

The End

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