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Granted, but the bomb shelter was a storage area for faulty grenades, and Raoul's warbling voice detonated them and killed you all.


I wish Erik would be a spokesperson for pudding.

Granted, but they're so stupid that they (with Raoul) all go swimming and drown because they forget to hold their breath. Except you, but you have to live with the fact that all of your fellow Roaul fans were immense idiots.

I wish I had PotO converses

Granted, but as you walk out of the mall, Gerry gets hit by a bus and dies. surprised

I wish...for...dunno. Raoul's tie thingamajig. I dunno.

Granted, but you sing so badly one day he punjabs you. Little did he know you were sick with the plague.

I wish Christine was really a brunette. (Considering Leroux says she is blonde.)

Granted, but while trying it out, you bump it and boiling wax is splattered all over the right half of your face. It's covered in burns and no girls like you. You get depressed and move to France where you buy a Phantom-like mask and start working at an opera house as a janitor. You get bored and find a secret tunnle system under the Opera House. You start to live there and begin haunting the place, randomly punjab-ing people who piss you off. Then you fall in love with a chorus girl and teach her to sing, since you taught yourself to sing while you were a janitor. Then she falls in love with a friend from her childhood and you go after him, resulting in a climatic seen where you have him in your magic punjab lasso and you are making her choose you or send her lover to his grave. She kisses you and then you change your mind and decide to let her go. (She wasn't that great of a kisser. You wanted a better kisser.) Then her lover and she run off and you sit down in your bad-a** throne. You wrap your cloak around yourself and vanish. The curtin falls. Yay.

I wish that Michal Crawford and Sarah Brightman had made an ALW Phantom movie.

Granted. But it smells of dead flesh and egg and it makes you look fat. Your family is fashion conformists and hate you and disown you, so you're sent to an orphanage but a crazy pyro freak burns it to the ground and so you and your smelly and fattening fedora are left to wander the streets, selling yourself for the meager amount of booze you rely on for a moment of fun.

I wish that my friend Agent_Tuna_Ghost and I get sucked in the Phantom of the Opera world and everything goes PERFECTLY no matter what anyone says to corrupt this. (Don't kill ATG or myself off, please. It's just not cool.)

Granted. The donut is poisoned with an undetectable, sure-to-kill poison. It kills you very slowly, burning out all your insides, and people think your organs spontaneously combusted. Your corpse is then given to a museum as the first spontaneously combusted person, and everybody stares at your corpse in awe.

I wish I had a milllion dollars of Phantom stuff that isn't stolen, stealable, and is resistant to wearther, wind, rain, and fire.

((Haha. Corrupt that!))