A/N: okay,
Lilliepad: this chapter explains everything basically so no need to reread anymore.
Eleanor Alice Georgopoulos: Thanks for your review, glad you're interested.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sweeney Todd nor will I ever (because if I did, my parents would know that I've seen it and I would get into trouble for watching a rated R movie)
After explaining what TVs, movies, and TV shows were, I realized that the bodies were still lying on the floor.
"What are we going to do about them?" I questioned.
"We? Who said that you were involved?" So, the Demon Barber thinks he can challenge me and win? That'll definitely happen, when there's an ice storm in Hell!
"Well, I led them here, I think that makes me involved." I added, "Plus I can kick your ass so if anyone comes along, I'll knock some sense into them." Mrs. Lovett tried to suppress a laugh. "Face it, you need me."
Sweeney looked away in defeat.
"She could be quite useful Mistah T." Mrs. Lovett implied. Wow, I've never been called useful before! I've heard strange, odd, unique, foul loathsome evil little devil, but never useful! Well, there's a first for everything I suppose.
In a moment of randomness I asked, "How did you guys get here?"
They both looked at each other. "Well, tha's kind of a long story."
"And what a story it is." I said involuntarily, remembering the scene from Corpse Bride.
"Wot was tha' love?"
"Nothing." I said quietly, almost to myself.
"Anyways, you see, Mistah T and I aren't…alive." She chose her words carefully, or at least tried to.
"Yeah, I kind of figured." I spoke with fully intended sarcasm. "But what about all those people that come here? you said it yourself, 'business has never been better.'" I quoted.
"Customers, dead ones, forced to go through a continuous loop of coming to the shop and 'aving their throats slit."
"Why don't you give them an actual shave for once?" I suggested.
"Because they bloody won't leave!" Sweeney jumped into the conversation. "They won't leave the shop until I do what has been done to them. At least when I murder them they go away until the same day they died next week."
"Okay okay, easy there. I didn't know, I'm sorry." I put my hands up showing I surrendered in a manner of speaking. "What do you do with the real people that still come here?"
"Just like we do with every customer. I never serve them though. Ghosts don't fancy the taste of tourist." Mrs. Lovett said. A chill went down my spine.
"How come?"
"How come wot love?"
"How come I can throw Mr. Todd here to the ground even though he's dead? No offense of course." Sweeney didn't respond to my comment.
"Life's funny like that love."
Sweeney spoke, "Yeah, funny."
