***Jesus Christ, I've run out of ideas. Fuck. Oh well, I'll just do whatever. Yay for Sweeney Todd!***

Axel trudged into the store where his house once was and saw a girl working frantically.

She had short brown hair and looked up when he came in. She gasped.

"A customer! Wait! What's your rush? What's your hurry? You gave me such a-Fright. I thought you was a ghost. Half a minute, can't you? Sit! Sit you down! Sit!" The girl said, rushing and pushing the poor man into a seat.

"All I meant is that I Haven't seen a customer for weeks. Did you come here for a pie, sir?" She asked, looking up at him. He faintly nodded.

"Do forgive me if my head's a little vague-Ugh! What is that?" She said, squishing a bug.

"But you'd think we had the plague-From the way that people-keep avoiding-No you don't!" She killed another bug. Axel sat in silence.

"Heaven knows I try, sir! But there's no one comes in even to inhale-Right you are, sir. would you like a drop of ale?" She put a glass of ale and a pie in front of the redhead, who looked at them hesitantly.

"Mind you, I can't hardly blame them These are probably the worst pies in London, I know why nobody cares to take them- I should know, I make them. But good? No, The worst pies in London- Even that's polite. The worst pies in London- If you doubt it take a bite." She ranted, continuing to bake.

"Ugh!" Axel said quietly, after he dared to bite the pie.

"Is that just, disgusting? You have to concede it. It's nothing but crusting-Here drink this, you'll need it-The worst pies in London—" She refilled his glass after he drained it and spit out the pie.

"And no wonder with the price of meat What it is when you get it. Never thought I'd live to see the day men'd think it was a treat Finding poor Animals What are dying in the street." The girl sighed. Then she took on a gossipy tone and leaned closer to Axel.

"Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop, Does a business, but I notice something weird- Lately, all her neighbors' cats have disappeared. Have to hand it to her-What I calls Enterprise, Popping pussies into pies. Wouldn't do in my shop-Just the thought of it's enough to make you sick. And I'm telling you them pussy cats is quick." Xion sighed, looking disgusted at the notion.

"No denying times is hard, sir-Even harder than The worst pies in London. Only lard and nothing more-Is that just revolting? All greasy and gritty, It looks like it's molting, And tastes like-Well, pity A woman alone With limited wind And the worst pies in London!" Xion sighed, yet again. This girl sighed a lot.

"Ah sir, Times is hard. Times is hard." She said, smashing yet another bug as it crawled out of Axel's pie.

***Roxy-Random-ness: My cat jumps onto my lap to keep me from leaving the computer. Damn cat, that's the reason I didn't go outside this summer.***