Sweeney sure is silent. He hasn't said a thing since our return from meeting his "very charming" wife. I perk up when Mrs. Lovett enters the room with the keys to the apartment above. I notice that she's very timid around Sweeney. Well, I guess it didn't help that I told her that he would've thrown her into an oven if I hadn't interfered.

"Come along," She says quietly. Sweeney seems to notice her uneasiness because he gives me a confused look as we stand. Wordlessly, we follow Mrs. Lovett out of the pie shop and head up to Sweeney's future slaughter house. Mrs. Lovett hastily unlocks the door, mainly due to Sweeney's close proximity. Oh, for the love of god! Could he stand any closer to her? Mrs. Lovett pushes the old door open and disappears inside. Sweeney starts to follow with me close behind when he abruptly stops, causing me to bump into him.

"Move your bod, will ya?!?" I exclaim. I have to push Sweeney inside of the room in order to get by him. He approaches the old crib on the other side of the room like a zombie. I go to say something when I see Mrs. Lovett making her way to the exit.

"Woah, where do you think you're going?" I call after her. She turns slightly to speak.

"Yeh should know where th' razors are," She says shortly before disappearing from the scene. I roll my eyes in annoyance. Great, how can I get them to fall in love if Mrs. Lovett is afraid of the man? (Although I can't blame her) I sigh and approach where Mrs. Lovett hid the razors. I feel around for the loose board until I find it and pull it out of place. As if on cue, Sweeney is kneeling in front of me. I look up at him to see him in a trance. He better not start singing…

"When the cops came for your daughter, Mrs. Lovett hid these for you." Sweeney takes the case from me.

"She could've sold them, so be grateful," I say loudly. Sweeney opens the case to reveal really shiny razors.

"Yeesh, they really do shine silver, don't they?" I exclaim, shocked by how pretty they actually are.

"Silver…yes," Sweeney whispers. Oh, don't you dare…

These are my friends…

Interesting buddies of yours…

See how they glisten…

Well, duh! They're razors!

See this one shine…how he smiles in the light…

Funny, I don't see a mouth anywhere.

My friend…

You need help.

My faithful friend…

What is it, your wife?!?

Speak to me friend…

Oh, come on!

Whisper, I'll listen…

Whispers: "You're insane!"

I know, I know…

Oh, good! You agree with me, then!

You've been locked out of sight all these years…like me, my friend…

Gee, now I know why you were transported for life!

Well I've come home…to find you waiting…

It's an inanimate object, doofus. It can't walk!

Home…and we're together…and we'll do wonders…won't we?

What, are you going to have sex with it??

You there, my friend… (Oh my dear god… )Come let me hold you… (I am now singing along!)Now, with a sigh you grow warm in my hand! (Oh, Mr. Todd, you have serious issues!)

My friend… (Talk to Fogg!) My clever friend…! (He can really help you with your case!)

Rest now, my friend… (Give me a break, Mr. Todd!) Soon I'll unfold you… (That thing is related to a door knob!) Soon you'll know splendors you never have seen all your days…! (Can't you see that Mrs. Lovett is your real friend, you dork?) My lucky friend! (More than a friend, actually…) Till now your shine… (She really loves you!) 'Twas merely silver… (Are you even listening to me…Mr. T?) Friends…you shall drip rubies! (…) You'll soon drip precious…rubies…

Sweeney slowly turns and looks at me.

"Leave me," He whispers.

"Well, I take that as a 'no'," I say sarcastically as he turns away and stands up. I watch with some amusement as he holds the razor before him, wearing a sadistic grin on his face.

"At last! My arm is complete again…"

"Seriously, dude, you and Edward Scissorhands would get along greatly!" Sweeney swirls around and fixes a glare on me. I roll my eyes in annoyance.

"Fine! Be anti-social," I say as I turn and leave the room. I head down to the pie shop to see Mrs. Lovett drinking some Gin.

"Yeh want some?" She asks. As much as I'd love to, I know I can't.

"No thanks. I'm not of legal drinking age from where I'm from," I respond as I sit across from her. She gives me a confused look before shrugging. She pours herself another glass of Gin.

"How are you holding up?" I ask.

"Holdin' what up?" She questions.

"How are you feeling? You were in a big rush to leave that room, you know," I point out. Mrs. Lovett sighs, taking a sip of Gin.

"I know it's not goin' t' happen, but…I can't believe 'e wos goin' t' throw me into an oven…"

"Well, it won't happen, okay? Relax and have faith!" I say reassuringly. Mrs. Lovett half smiles and takes another sip of Gin. We hear Sweeney coming down the stairs, causing Mrs. Lovett to tense up and guzzle the contents in her glass. He throws open the door dramatically, eyes directly on Mrs. Lovett. Gee, what a way to enter a room, Sweeney!

"Mrs. Lovett, do you know who the local barber is?" He asks, short of breath. Mrs. Lovett stands and faces him, trying to act normal and not edgy.

"Yeah, 'is name is Pirelli. He'll be in th' market on Thursday," She says quietly. Sweeney regards her for a moment.

"Are you alright?" He asks. Wow! Sweeney is actually showing concern! What a historical finding!

"I'm fine," Mrs. Lovett says in an almost convincing tone. Sweeney eyes her for a minute before getting back on subject.

"I'm going to challenge him that day. I'm going to need both of you to help me get me shop ready before Thursday. I know I'm going to beat him, so I want my business to be ready when I do," Sweeney states. Mrs. Lovett smiles slightly and nods.

"Alright, dear. We'll help yeh," She says kindly. Sweeney looks at me.

"Sure! Got nothing better to do, anyway," I say. Sweeney nods and leaves for his room. Mrs. Lovett quickly retreats to the parlor with her jug of Gin. Yeesh, this is going to be harder than I thought!