Mr. Utterson

         Hello, people. How are you today? Now, what you are going to read here is classified information. If it were up to me, I wouldn't let you read this. But no matter, no matter. It's not up to me. Don't dwell on something you can't change. Okay, so you've met Jekyll- wonderful man. You've met Hyde- terrible guy. But you haven't met me, somewhere in the middle. If you know protons, electrons, and neutrons this is how you would classify us:

1. Dr. Jekyll- Proton
2. Mr. Hyde- Electron times infinity
3. Me- Neutron

But that Hyde! How appalled I was to hear he killed Sir Danvers Carew. I mean, seriously. I am very worried about Dr. Jekyll. Very worried. He hasn't been himself lately and I'm worried that his friendship with Hyde might be affecting him. I also think... I also think that Hyde is planning to kill him. *Dunt dunt dum* Jekyll hasn't been wanting to see me. I need to pay him a visit. He must talk to me. He can't avoid me forever... I must talk to Poole. He has to talk to me. This time, I won't take no for an answer...

Mr. Utterson and Mr. Poole

Mr. Hyde

        Stupid, terrible people! What a horrible day! And it's because you're in it! I can't tell you how much I despise you! Grrrr...*Now, this is more like it Mrs. Spaulding...* Shut up! Now, what did that Dr. Jekyll tell you? Did he tell you I ran over a girl? Ahh, what fun that was, watching everyone get mad. That was enjoyable. Forget the money I had to pay; it was worth it.
        That menace Utterson is getting on my nerves. If he doesn't leave me alone... it's not gonna be good for him! I knew how he felt. And if you ever meet me, I bet you would've felt the exact same thing. I love being hated! I love being mean. There's on thing you should know about me, though... I am a murder. Hoo, hoo, hoo, yes, yes. I am a murderer. I killed Sir Danvers Carew. God, he was annoying. And then I had much more fun. Yes, I did. I knocked him hard on the head. As I broke his bones he slowly died. I kept banging until my cane broke! One half rolled into the gutter. It was a tough wood, givin to me by Jekyll. I stared at it with disbelief and anger. Then I looked at Carew's body. I wacked once more and walked away. Little did I know that a maid had been watching me while I broke Carew's bones.