Hey all! I'm so glad you are enjoying this! Here's chapter eleven!
Disclaimer: I only own the story line.
So I've decided I don't care what you crazy fan-girls do I'm gonna carry on like I don't even know you're there.
Except, ya know, for the traps I might have set...
ANYWAY. So Charley came up to me today and said "Dodge, wot would you do for a chance to save me from, say, fallin' off London Bridge?"
I just kinda looked at him for a second before saying, as any friend would, "I'd do anythin', mate."
"Would you cut off your leg?"
Now when I told Nancy I'd do anything for her, she gave me reasonable options, like climbing a hill. Of course I'd do that! I ain't against a good hill-climb. But leave it to Charley to give me an option like cutting off me leg.
"Why would I do that?" I asked him.
"It's your only option!" Charley insisted. "Either you cut off your leg or I fall off London Bridge!"
"Well, would I 'ave to do it meself?"
"No. Sikes would do it."
"WHAT?" I was shocked that me good buddy could have such a twisted mind.
"It's that or I fall off London Bridge!"
"But I don't want-"
"WHAT KINDA FRIEND ARE YOU?"
"Okay! Okay! I'd let Sikes cut off me leg so you wouldn't fall off London Bridge."
Charley seemed content with that until a new idea struck him. "Would you get the plague to stop me from fallin' off London Bridge?"
"Would you let a diseased rat give you the plague so I wouldn't fall off London Bridge?"
"Charley, you're not bein'-"
"OKAY! FINE! I'D GET THE PLAGUE TO STOP YOU FROM FALLIN' OFF A BLOODY BRIDGE!"
So by now I said I'd get me leg whacked off and get the plague for my best friend to stop him from falling off London Bridge. But then he hit me with the worst one yet.
"Would you throw your top hat into the river to stop me from falling off London Bridge?"
Charley can just be cruel sometimes.
"My top hat?" I said, wounded. "You want me to destroy me top hat for ya?"
"Only if it was gonna save me from fallin' off London Bridge."
"I CAN'T KILL ME TOP HAT!"
"BUT IF YOU DON'T IMMA FALL OFF LONDON-"
"OKAY!" By now I was red-faced and verging on insane and I caved-I couldn't help it!-before falling into a chair. "Okay! I'd destroy me top hat to save ya from fallin' off London Bridge."
Charley sat next to me, grinning. "Thanks, mate. You're a diamond."
"Yeah. Sure," I groaned. "Any time."
Ya know, I probably would do all that junk for him. Charley's a good friend, he is.
But I just kinda wanna know what he'd do to stop me from falling off London Bridge...
'Scuse me. I gotta go ask Charley some questions.
The Artful Dodger
Hehehe poor Dodger. I could just picture them having a conversation like this, couldn't you?