|Reviews for The Parody of the Opera|
| JeffHardyFan44 chapter 5 . 11/10/2012
Omg I luv when he stubbes his feet! ;) lol
| Guest chapter 24 . 1/17/2012
i love this so much and would absolutly love a sequel
| CamiKlaus24-7 chapter 24 . 12/7/2011
I LOVE THIS FIC ITS SOOOOOOO FUNNY LONG LIVE THE PHANTOM AND CHRISTING? DIE FOP DIE FOP DIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE hehe sooo funny stupid fop I LOVED mme Giry I thought she was hilarious with her gadgets and since she had an alliance with the phantom loved her Meg was great to along with Christine and the phantom and the manigers well you get but Mme Giry was da best! And the Phantom!
| Erik's True Nightingale chapter 3 . 12/30/2010
good story but please dont make Erik rap it kinda makes him seem like an sorry for being rude please forgive me,im a E/C shipper and an Erik phagirl. thank you for writing this keep it up.
| Guardian.Ghost chapter 12 . 9/19/2010
I love the beauty and the beast song ref
| Clepto chapter 1 . 4/5/2010
lol ~XD nice allusion to Monty Python
| Christine Daae DE CHAGNY chapter 24 . 3/3/2010
Sequel please and I MAY tell the R/C fans not to tear you to a pulp :)
| Christine Daae DE CHAGNY chapter 18 . 3/3/2010
Vicomte without the P... in future, if you're going to mock him, at least get his name right! Or the Killer Bunny will attack you.
| The Phantom Says Ni aka CDC chapter 17 . 3/3/2010
MONTY PYTHON! I had an idea to have them burst in during the lair scene after the Phantom tells "Chrissy" to make her choice... but that wouldn't be E/C... I wish you could have let them continue or in a more dramatic scene... LOVE IT THOUGH!
| Christine Daae DE CHAGNY chapter 3 . 3/2/2010
It's VICOMTE not vicomPte!
| Ryo Nightray chapter 24 . 2/26/2010
I just read this from begining to end, and let me just tell you that you are an awesome writer and this has been one of the funniest things I have ever read! Peace out, yo!
| Ryo Nightray chapter 1 . 2/25/2010
This is extremly funny! You have made my day now :)
| xXxMusexXx chapter 23 . 2/14/2010
BTW, favorite line:
Erik: "END, SHMEND!"
(Rolling on the floor laughing my butt off and crying my eyes out) XD
MUSE OUT! (Again!)
| xXxMusexXx chapter 24 . 2/14/2010
MUST HAVE A SEQUEL!
I WIL DIE WITHOUT ONEE!
I typed the above with exagerated letters. It won't pop up that way, but I thought you'd want to know :)
P.S.- I have a OG Doctorate, Masters, Grad, PHD, MD, Bachelors and DEGREE OF PUNJAB-NESS! BEAT THAT!
| hollybridgetpeppermint chapter 24 . 12/14/2009
*is, quite literally, laughing hysterically, despite the fact that she has a cold and it's hard to breathe*
Favorite lines: Well...more or less all of it, but my special favorites are below...
“I am Morpheus. I request your hand in courtship.”
“I wouldn’t give you my foot,” Giry snapped back, and whipped out her Nextel walkie talkie.
He scowled. “What, are you a racist?”
“No,” she hissed. “A sunglasses-in-the-nightist.”
“YOU GIVE ME BACK MY TALKIE, WOMAN!” Erik hollered.
“Ain’t happenin’, yo,” Christine retorted.
“Good,” Giry said. “What about Raoul?”
“What about him?”
“Is he down there?”
Giry sighed. “Did he try to rescue you, Christine?”
“Did you knock him out, Christine?”
Giry’s eyes narrowed again. “Christine… you didn’t shave his head, did you?”
Giry nodded. “That’s all I needed to know. Have fun, you two! Write me, text me, email me, IM me, whatever.”
“Got it! Toodle-oo, and mwah!” Christine kissed the walkie talkie.
Morpheus swallowed, slowly reached up to his face, his hand trembling, and pulled the sunglasses off his face. When he opened his eyes, Giry gasped.
“You have… beautiful eyes,” she said, blushing.
“Thanks,” he said with a grin. “I grew ‘em myself.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“So,” he said, “Now will you go out with me?”
“Depends. Where we going?”
“Finest restaurant in Paris. I’ll buy.”
Giry may have been the scariest woman in the entire world, but even she was not one to pass up a free dinner. She smiled and took his arm.
“Morphie, I think this is going to the beginning of a beautiful
friendship.” (Me: *ROFL*)
Meg, in the meantime, sloshed into the Phantom’s lair. To her astonishment, everything was gone. The entire place had been cleared out. Well, except for the huge, glaring sign painted in bloodred on the wall that said:
“YOU JUST MISSED US! HAHAHAHAHA! YOU LOSE, SUCKERS!”
SIGNED: OG AND SINGING ANGEL
“He took her!” the man screamed. “The PHANTOM VAMPIRE TOOK HER!”
Meg’s eyes narrowed. She’d heard only one other person call the Phantom that… She suddenly gasped and stared at him. “Foppy?” (Me: FOPPY? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!)
Meg couldn’t stop laughing. (Me: NEITHER CAN I!) She nearly fell over but managed to point to a mirror hanging on the wall. Raoul rushed over, did a double take, gasped, and suddenly let out the worst, highest-pitched, most piercing scream ever heard by anyone before.
The mirror shattered.
Meg left the room, laughing and holding her ears. "Man, that's some hairless horror," she chuckled, and realized she’d taken the Phantom’s mask with her.
“Hmm. Wonder why he doesn’t need the mask…” She shrugged, grinning. “I still thought he was totally hot with it, anyway…” And she skipped off, singing, “Just keep singing, just keep singing, just keep singing, singing, singing, what do we do, we sing, sing, sing! OH HO HO HO I LOVE TO SING!”
Erik: “I feel like a Gerard Butler look-alike.”
“In a way, I’ll miss it all,” she said wistfully as she watched the shores of France disappear. “It was so fun… tormenting Cart… tormenting Senor Care Bear… tormenting the stupid ballet rats…”
“You’ll miss the Fopster?” Erik said suspiciously.
“I’ll miss tormenting him.”
“Oh. Me too.”
“We should really write him a goodbye-note.”
“Hmm. Filled with itching powder?”
“I was thinking more along the lines of a snake popping out at him. Or one of him with a picture of his bald head.”
“Oh, you’re good.”
“I know, dear. I learned from the best.” Christine smiled and patted his cheek.
Erik sighed and flexed his fingers. “Well, I suppose we’ll just have to find another Opera House to torment.”
“Indeed. I hear New York City’s got a lovely opera.”
“Isn’t that where we’re headed?” Erik asked.
She shot him a grin. “Coincidentally.”
He grinned back. “I like the way you think, my dear.”
“So do I.” She rubbed her hands together and stared out at the ocean. “It’ll be a big change, though.”
“We’ll have to make sure they know who’s boss.”
“You’ll have to find a new… ahem… cellar – I mean lair.”
“Yes.” He shot her a dark glare. “Lair. Domain.”
“Well,” said Christine, “We’ll always have Paris.”
“M-hmm,” replied Erik. “And my lair…” He shot a glare to Christine, and she held up her hands in defeat.
“Fine, fine! LAIR, NOT CELLAR!”
He leaned back, quite pleased with himself. “Exactly. And at least we won’t have to worry about those blasted doorst - ” But as he was walking, he suddenly tripped over a familiar object lying jammed in a doorway and fell ungracefully on his stomach. He leaped to his feet and screamed, “BLOODY DOORSTOPS! BLAST IT ALL TO - ”
My least favorite line:
“THE END”(Me: NO! *cries* NOT THE END!)
Once again, THANKS SOSOSOSOSOSOSO MUCH FOR THIS STORY! I LOVED IT!