(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

"Those little pikers better not come anywhere near me, or I'll..." Morte
paused. "You know, I have no idea how to threaten teeth."
Something twitched in my hand.
"What's wrong?" Morte floated in closer and glanced at my palm. "Hey...
they look like they're planning something, don't they?"
"They sure do, don't th --"
What happened next is difficult to describe... and painful to watch. Faster
than I could close my palm, the teeth hopped out of my hand and swarmed
onto Morte's jaw. Morte howled as Ingress' teeth promptly ripped out his
old ones and then jumped into the exposed cavities.
"Morte!" I cried, utterly horrified. Dak'kon stepped back, his eyes widening.
Morte continued howling. The teeth settled in, adjusting themselves and
planting their roots with a horrid drilling noise.
I grabbed him by the sides of his skull to steady him, wondering if I should
try ripping the things out with my fingers. "Morte? You okay?"
Morte didn't seem to hear me... he kept howling and howling, then
suddenly started smashing his teeth together. He got in three powerful bites
before the upper and lower teeth locked together and prevented him from
opening his mouth.
I blinked. "Wow."
Morte made muffled shouting noises at me, his eyes wide.
"Morte, are you okay?"
They teeth suddenly unlocked, and Morte took a deep breath. "I will kill you
for this! You planned that! I know it!"
I looked him over, wincing. "Look, I didn't mean that to happen... I even
warned you. Uh... how do they feel?"
Morte moved his jaw around experimentally. "Odd. But not bad." Suddenly,
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