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With a three-shot I'm working on right now.
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I don't know if this is still going on, but let me write a little something here anyway for the contest:

I saw Sweeney Todd yelling at Mrs. Lovett after several bodies came down the chute into the hell Mrs. Lovett locked me in. From what I was able to understand from their argument, Mrs Lovett knew Sweeney Todd's wife was still alive and didn't tell him. What a horrible thing for her to do. I wouldn't have thought such a wonderful woman could do something mean like that.

Mr. Todd was obviously angry, but caught Mrs Sweeney in a dance that ended with her body burning in the oven where she cooked so many bodies. Mr. Todd went to his wife's body and stayed there, his eyes glazed and seeing only the body. Perhaps he saw what might've happened had they had been able to live together as a family. I couldn't allow such a monster to live though. I quietly crept over to one of his sharp razors and picked it up, looking all the while upon Mr. Todd in case he came out of his day dream. I grabbed him by the head and sliced his throat as I can only imagine he did to so many other people. He bled to death and fell over his wife's body.

I didn't stay to count how many bodies lay in the awful stenched baking room. I took the razor and realized they were worth a lot more than the five pounds that Mr. Todd won from my old employer, Senor Perelli. I ran upstairs and saw a young naval officer leave Mr. Todd's barber shop. I ran upstairs to the shop and found the razors and their box. I put the razors into the box and ran out of the shop with it. Luckily, I was never caught by the police then or thereafter.

The main reason I wasn't caught afterwards was that I ran deeper into the East End. I sold the razors for twenty pounds, though I probably could've gotten more for them. I stayed in a room for a few nights until the money was gone. I stayed on the streets after that. A kid older than me by a year or two found me and brought me to a place where an eccentric man with an extremely long beard had a gang of kids. His name was Fagin and he helped me become a wiz on the street, pickpocketing people on the streets, burgling houses. I understand that this was bad stuff to do, but it was necessary for my survival. I was no killing people and popping them into pies like my last employers.

I have stayed with Fagin for quite a while now. I have a new name now. Fagin called me the Artful Dodger and I liked the name so much I've decided to go by it from now on. Toby Ragg does not exist anymore. My past life with Mrs. Lovett and Mr. Todd is at an end and has now been forgotten. Did it really happen or was it a nightmare. One thing though, Bill Sykes, Fagin's seeming boss, reminds me a lot of Mr. Todd with his incredible and unpredictable anger. And I know I'll never get a chance to kill him, but as long as I stay out of his way, I should be fine.

And that is the tale of Toby Ragg, er, the Artful Dodger.