Soon the other pickpockets had arrived and Dodger was arguing quietly with Charley.
"Take it off!"
"Why?"
"'Cause it's not yours!"
"You just want to wear it yourself!"
"Do not!"
"Do to!"
"Charley Bates take that ring off!"
"Fine! But I'm keeping it!"
Charley looked down at his ring. He then tugged hard at the ring on his finger, however there was not much point as the ring didn't move from the position it was in before.
"Charley!"
"It ain't coming off!"
"Come here!"
Dodger then yanked the ring.
"OW!"
"It ain't coming off!"
"That's what I said!"
"Butter."
"You're not going to eat my finger!"
"Don't be an idiot Charley."
No matter how they tried to get the ring off it would not dislodge from Charley's finger. "I think it likes me." Said Charley. It was not long before Fagin arrived as well and before they knew it they were eating.
"Charley my dear. What is on your finger?"
Shoot. Shoot. Shoot. Other hand. Show him the other hand. Charley held up the opposite hand. "Nothing's on my hand Fagin."
"Other hand."
Charley winced. Dodger slunk out of the room, leaving poor Charley to deal with it by himself.
"Dodger! Where are you going? Get back 'ere!"
Charley smirked as Dodger was pulled back into the room. "Charley! Hand, now!" Charley held up his hand and looked sorrowfully at the ring. "Where'd you get that from?"
"Found it." He mumbled.
"Give it here."
"Can't get it off."
"Why do you have it on any way?"
"Didn't want to lose it."
"What a waste of money."