His teeth smelled of dead chicken, abused like a fancy sprocket. Even his mother new more jokes. Pitiful, I say, for a 12 pound biscuit to take himself so lightly. »Think she'll eat the froggy?«, biscuit 16 inquised. »Not with bigcornoar sauce!« biscuit 43 quipped in retort. Easily we give thanks for teeth, without which, wrought we would be with biscuit lust.