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

From what I could see, it looked like she was digging teeth out of the
corpse's mouth... with only her hands and fingernails. When that didn't
work, she pulled out a splintered wooden chisel and a mallet and thwacked
at the gums until the tooth snapped free, then put it into a bag at her waist.
"Uh... what are you doing?"
Marta leapt away from the corpse, startled, and gave a piercing shriek.
"Aighh!" She caught her breath, then hissed angrily -- at the corpse on the
table. "If dead you were not, ye mights have said somethin' earlier, false
corpse, nasty corpse, yes! Haves you no shame?"
Might as well have a little fun with the old bat. Looting a fallen body on the
street was one thing, but ripping and cutting it apart for goods was another.
Kicking my voice up an octave and tossing in a ridiculous accent, I threw my
voice, "You are the one who should be shamed. Knocking out my teeth like
that... have you no respect for the dead?"
"Hah!" Marta put her hands on her hips and puffed up indignantly. "Likes
you cared for yer teeth! All rotted and scored and syrup brown -- wonder
theys hadn't plopped out of your bone-box!" She scratched her head. "Isn't
that right, Marta? Aye, all rot and gone they are..."
Again I squeaked, "Ooooooh... you will be punished for your evil
teeth-taking, Marta. I shall haunt you until the end of your days..." Next to
me, Morte was biting his tongue and his chalk-white bone seemed a little
paler at the effort to not burst out laughing.
"Hah! Yous hear this, Marta? Do yous?" Marta's face scrunched up like a
wrung rag. "I hears it, Marta! I hears it!" With a grunt, she started pounding
the corpse with her fists, making meaty thwacks with every hit. "Haunt me,
will you! Take this! And this!"
"Ooooooh... stop... stop... I will haunt you no longer... forgive me..."
"Dammable deaders..." Marta took a deep breath and let the chisel fall to
her side. "That's more likes it, eh, Marta? Yes, yes... corpse quiet... yes."
I coughed, "I am the one who spoke, not the corpse."
Marta squinted and turned. "Eh? How's you get over there so fastus?" She
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