“if i smile with my teeth, bet you believe me.”
This was shocking. Teeth?" Charlie didn't know that Bartlebey had those. "I think I'd believe ya had teeth if you smiled with em, yeah."
“I’m smiling with them right now, Charles. See?” Bartlebey bared a toothy grin of what might have been thousands of teeth, endlessly spanning a deep dark void of the cosmos. So many teeth. There one in existence one second, gone again, there again. “Do you not see them, Charles? After all this time?”
"Oy, more teeth than a shark. I think they have lots of teeth." Chewie will fact check this later. "Dentist trip must put you out of house n' home."
“Charles! I would NEVER go to a Dentist. They’re the third warring faction of the cosmos. Butlers and Bankers, yes, I can stomach that. But Dentists? Vile things. It’s like you know nothing about me!”
















