dear_mun | The Artful Dodger, All Grown Up

'Bout time you decided to listen to me. You only been playin' me... since June? Bit of a time to go without a natter and a cuppa tea, ain't it? You got no manners in you, Mundane, ain't right to be treatin' a gentleman like me with so little respect. Might start thinkin' you ain't really as fond as you say.

Now, let's have that little chat, shall we?

First off, setting me up with Nance... Not such a bad job you done there, even if she won't stop nattering on about bloody Sikes. Makes a man sick to the back teeth to hear of the bloke. Bloody hell... He beats her near to death, an' she still thinks he hung the moon. What's it take, eh?

Second off, ... Twist. Oliver. Whatever you want to be callin' him. Not that I got bad feelings towards the man, but I don't know 'bout this thinkin' of yours. Arrangin' a meeting with him an' Nance? Lady, we don't even know a Twist off-hand to be doin' that with!

Oh, and the face? Ain't too bad. Not as right 'andsome as I am, but it'll do.

[[Yes, ladies and gents, Jack Dawkins, known to his friends and h'intimate acquaintances as the Artful Ddoger, all grown up. Taken from just after the novel Dodger, by James Benmore.]]