Hey, wait. Wait. [ For the love of Diudra, Sir Floorhugger, slow down! Virtual reality, rabbit holes, exams, what? His teeth are coming loose? He turns anyway, raising a hand to his mouth (and letting the sheet loose again; say hi to boxers) -- only to find that his fingers are no longer there. There's no crocodile, either. Um. ]
Sir [ Floorhugger ], are you okay? [ He waves his fingerless hand, cold forgotten. Oh, that reminds him: ]
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Sir [ Floorhugger ], are you okay? [ He waves his fingerless hand, cold forgotten. Oh, that reminds him: ]
These aren't teeth.