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Mr. Todd: What is that? 
Mrs. Lovett: It's Priest, have a little Priest?
Mr. Todd: Is it really good?
Mrs. Lovett: Sir, it's too good, at least. Then again, they don't commit sins of the flesh, so it's pretty fresh.
Mr. Todd: Awful lot of fat.
Mrs. Lovett: Only where it sat.
Mr. Todd: Haven't you got Poet, or something like that? Mrs. Lovett: No, you see the trouble with Poet is how do you know it's deceased? Try the Priest. Mr. Todd: What is that? Mrs. Lovett: It's Priest, have a little Priest? Mr. Todd: Is it really good? Mrs. Lovett: Sir, it's too good, at least. Then again, they don't commit sins of the flesh, so it's pretty fresh. Mr. Todd: Awful lot of fat. Mrs. Lovett: Only where it sat. Mr. Todd: Haven't you got Poet, or something like that? Mrs. Lovett: No, you see the trouble with Poet is how do you know it's deceased? Try the Priest.
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