So... where do we begin, eh?
First off, ye let me grow up. Now that, I'm actually alright with. Ain't like I was gonna be angry at not getting shot down - an' did ye have to keep the gettin; shot part? You do know that hurts right? A lot! Ain't complaining, but... Bloody hurts! Anyway, not what we're here for, even if I don't rightly know what's got into your mind wiv this idea.
I get past the barricades - an' nice, yknow, lettin' me see people die an' then losing me faith in any type of revolution. Fanks fer that, ain't ever sure how I'm gonna fank ya. So, get past the bloody barricades, grows up, moves ta London ta get away from France an' her bloody prison galleys... an' end up seeing a bloke what kills people so some lady c'n make pies? That other people then eat?!
...We sure this is a great idea, Mun? Only, I'm finkin' you may be a bit wrong in the 'ead...
[[ooc: Have a grown up Gavroche who somehow ends up in Sweeney Todd. What even is his life?]]