“Well,” said the old gentleman, “I suppose he’s fond of chimney-sweeping?”“He doats on it, your worship,” replied Bumble; giving Oliver a sly pinch, to intimate that he had better not say he didn’t.“And he will be a sweep, will he?” inquired the old gentleman.“If we was to bind him to any other trade tomorrow, he’d run away simultaneous, your worship,” replied Bumble.“And this man that’s to be his master—you, sir—you’ll treat him well, and feed him, and do all that sort of thing, will you?” said the old gentleman.“When I says I will, I means I will,” replied Mr. Gamfield doggedly.“You’re a rough speaker, my friend, but you look an honest, open-hearted man,” said the old gentleman: turning his spectacles in the direction of the candidate for Oliver’s premium, whose villainous countenance was a regular stamped receipt for cruelty. But the magistrate was half blind and half childish, so he couldn’t reasonably be expected to discern what other people did.“I hope I am, sir,” said Mr. Gamfield, with an ugly leer.“I have no doubt you are, my friend,” replied the old gentleman: fixing his spectacles more firmly on his nose, and looking about him for the inkstand.It was the critical moment of Oliver’s fate. If the inkstand had been where the old gentleman thought it was, he would have dipped his pen into it, and signed the indentures, and Oliver would have been straightway hurried off. But, as it chanced to be immediately under his nose, it followed, as a matter of course, that he looked all over his desk for it, without finding it; and happening in the course of his search to look straight before him, his gaze encountered the pale and terrified face of Oliver Twist: who, despite all the admonitory looks and pinches of Bumble, was regarding the repulsive countenance of his future master, with a mingled expression of horror and fear, too palpable to be mistaken, even by a half-blind magistrate.
The old gentleman stopped, laid down his pen, and looked from Oliver to Mr. Limbkins; who attempted to take snuff with a cheerful and unconcerned aspect.“My boy!” said the old gentleman, “you look pale and alarmed. What is the matter?”“Stand a little away from him, Beadle,” said the other magistrate: laying aside the paper, and leaning forward with an expression of interest. “Now, boy, tell us what’s the matter: don’t be afraid.”Oliver fell on his knees, and clasping his hands together, prayed that they would order him back to the dark room—that they would starve him—beat him—kill him if they pleased—rather than send him away with that dreadful man.“Well!” said Mr. Bumble, raising his hands and eyes with most impressive solemnity. “Well! of all the artful and designing orphans that ever I see, Oliver, you are one of the most bare-facedest.”“Hold your tongue, Beadle,” said the second old gentleman, when Mr. Bumble had given vent to this compound adjective.“I beg your worship’s pardon,” said Mr. Bumble, incredulous of having heard aright. “Did your worship speak to me?”“Yes. Hold your tongue.”
Mr. Bumble was stupefied with astonishment. A beadle ordered to hold his tongue! A moral revolution!The old gentleman in the tortoise-shell spectacles looked at his companion, he nodded significantly.“We refuse to sanction these indentures,” said the old gentleman: tossing aside the piece of parchment as he spoke.“I hope,” stammered Mr. Limbkins: “I hope the magistrates will not form the opinion that the authorities have been guilty of any improper conduct, on the unsupported testimony of a child.”“The magistrates are not called upon to pronounce any opinion on the matter,” said the second old gentleman sharply. “Take the boy back to the workhouse, and treat him kindly. He seems to want it.”That same evening, the gentleman in the white waistcoat most positively and decidedly affirmed, not only that Oliver would be hung, but that he would be drawn and quartered into the bargain. Mr. Bumble shook his head with gloomy mystery, and said he wished he might come to good; whereunto Mr. Gamfield replied, that he wished he might come to him; which, although he agreed with the beadle in most matters, would seem to be a wish of a totally opposite description.The next morning, the public were once informed that Oliver Twist was again to let, and that five pounds would be paid to anybody who would take possession of him.
is that enough
Oliver the dear boy said oi stevee stfu stop ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ and play wobbly life with your dear freind oscar
/giphy oliver twist

I Want More GIF
https://giphy.com/gifs/D3OdaKTGlpTBC

You Oliver ♥♥♥♥
dear sir

[Today, 8:28 PM]
steveesaunders96:
What

[Today, 8:28 PM]
Oscar:
i have done everything from mention north korea to reciting oliver twist in the time frame you have given me
so play game
its gonna be 2060
play game or i leave big threat i know
breh
ok that was a lieeeeeeeee
but play the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ game
why tf cant you
/giphy WHY THE ♥♥♥♥ CANT YOU?!

Dont Touch Me GIF by GIPHY Studios 2021
https://giphy.com/gifs/studiosoriginals-zOdPqgHLirShaeXBKh

Wtf
ok wtf
ok wtf is that and wtf why aren't you going to play the game i spent money on
???????????????????????????????????
.................................................................................................................................
AT LEAT TELL ME WHY YOU ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ CANT


[Today, 8:31 PM]
steveesaunders96:
I can I can just in a min

[Today, 8:31 PM]
Oscar:
Istg if you're doing somethinge stupid
Why cant you

[Today, 8:32 PM]
steveesaunders96:
It’s my birthday tmorrow XD

[Today, 8:32 PM]
Oscar:
give me the reaso- SO WHO THE ♥♥♥♥ CARES
PLay game
i spent money on
istg
or imma leave

[Today, 8:32 PM]
steveesaunders96:
Okay okay okay ima go upstairs in a min

[Today, 8:32 PM]
Oscar:
good
imma start counting down
60
59
58
57
56
55
54
53
52

[Today, 8:32 PM]
steveesaunders96:
No

[Today, 8:32 PM]
Oscar:
51
49
48

[Today, 8:32 PM]
steveesaunders96:
Shut up u can’t do that
Wait

[Today, 8:32 PM]
Oscar:
47

[Today, 8:32 PM]
steveesaunders96:
Oscar

[Today, 8:32 PM]
Oscar:
46
45
44
43
42
41
40

[Today, 8:33 PM]
steveesaunders96:
What if I am ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥!

[Today, 8:33 PM]
Oscar:
I DONT GIVE A ♥♥♥♥ YOU HAVE HAD SO LONG
WALK IN YOUR ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ PANTS FOR ALL I CARE
ISTG
39
38
37
36
35
34
33
32

[Today, 8:33 PM]
steveesaunders96:
Listen ok

[Today, 8:33 PM]
Oscar:
31

[Today, 8:33 PM]
steveesaunders96:
Ok

[Today, 8:33 PM]
Oscar:
30

[Today, 8:33 PM]
steveesaunders96:
Chill out
Plz

[Today, 8:33 PM]
Oscar:
20

[Today, 8:33 PM]
steveesaunders96:
Is art
Oscar
Please
Stop
U
Dont

[Today, 8:34 PM]
Oscar:
........

[Today, 8:34 PM]
steveesaunders96:
You stopped..

[Today, 8:34 PM]
Oscar:
5 minutes only if you need to ♥♥♥♥ this is not anime brother

[Today, 8:34 PM]
steveesaunders96:
Uhmm
https://images.steamusercontent.com/ugc/11221392456937862673/C4CBBEA6728AB52FB972BB8C36373F008ED17498/

I’m a pretty princess


[Today, 8:34 PM]
Oscar:
istg
:steamthumbsdown:

[Today, 8:35 PM]
steveesaunders96:
Wait
Oscar can I show you a picture of
Oscar playing wobbly life
https://images.steamusercontent.com/ugc/16801441000411703337/EE14F47DA9FAD010E10A1DA08D9B005192AB5A59/

LOLLL


[Today, 8:36 PM]
Oscar:
...... wtffff

[Today, 8:36 PM]
steveesaunders96:
https://images.steamusercontent.com/ugc/15108548993667233835/6B388EC678A922AC941875E7F2A42699F3825F47/

Heheheheheheheheehehe
I’m watching you


[Today, 8:37 PM]
Oscar:
“Gentlemen,” said Oscar, “I have knelt before you in chat, recited Dickens, invoked world politics, and counted down the centuries. Yet here you remain — a chimney-sweeper of excuses, a beadle of procrastination, a prince of picture-posting. Bind him to the game, or let him wander the haunted lobby forever.”Stevee, pinching the screen, replied: “Is art.”Oscar, rising in righteous fury: “Then perform the art of joining the game this instant.”

[Today, 8:37 PM]
steveesaunders96:
Wanna know something then I’ll play

[Today, 8:37 PM]
Oscar:
what is it

[Today, 8:37 PM]
steveesaunders96:
And you have to like care yk

[Today, 8:37 PM]
Oscar:
ok

[Today, 8:37 PM]
steveesaunders96:
Ima explain in pictures XD

[Today, 8:37 PM]
steveesaunders96:
https://images.steamusercontent.com/ugc/15828337952237962263/92E27A0C9CD892614657B4CBC8D29FF657D6BBD8/

[Today, 8:37 PM]
steveesaunders96:
I asked her out today

[Today, 8:38 PM]
Oscar:
“Congrats on your pixelated girlfriend. Now can you marry Wobbly Life and actually press play?”
“Bro you’re living in Roblox Season 3 while I’m still here in Steam Season 1 waiting for you to queue up.”
chatgpt cooks so hard

[Today, 8:38 PM]
steveesaunders96 has opened voice chat. Waiting on Oscar to join.

[Today, 8:40 PM]
steveesaunders96:
holld on

[Today, 8:40 PM]
Oscar:
i have done everything from mention north korea to reciting oliver twist in the time frame you have given me
so play game
its gonna be 2060
play game or i leave big threat i know
breh
ok that was a lieeeeeeeee
but play the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ game
why tf cant you

[Today, 8:40 PM]
/giphy WHY THE ♥♥♥♥ CANT YOU?!

[Today, 8:40 PM]
Wtf
ok wtf
ok wtf is that and wtf why aren't you going to play the game i spent money on
???????????????????????????????????
.................................................................................................................................

[Today, 8:40 PM]
AT LEAT TELL ME WHY YOU ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ CANT

[Today, 8:47 PM]
steveesaunders96:
inv me or you like femboys

[Today, 8:49 PM]
Oscar:
You invited steveesaunders96 to play Wobbly Life

[Today, 8:49 PM]
You invited steveesaunders96 to play Wobbly Life

[Today, 8:49 PM]
steveesaunders96:
i am playing the game ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
inv me

[Today, 8:51 PM]
Oscar:
You invited steveesaunders96 to play Wobbly Life

[Today, 9:01 PM]
Oscar:
You invited steveesaunders96 to play Wobbly Life

[Today, 9:01 PM]
Oscar has ended voice chat.