Thank Bob that Sweeney Todd is finally over!
THAT MEANS:
No more putting poop on my face.
No more getting raped/tickled by Thomas.
No more blood all over the stage, the chairs, peoples necks, and people's clothes.
No more swinging razors wide or even lifting razors high.
No more singing about ink piss.
No more eating meat pies with my drunken buddies.
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