[ After taking a bite of the omurice again before it gets too cold, she stares at the gator's teeth as if staring at it will somehow yield the correct tooth to push down on. After several seconds, she presses down on one of the teeth.
It doesn't bite down.
Mammon looks pretty triumphant and declares: ] Your turn! [ before taking another bite of her food. ]
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[ After taking a bite of the omurice again before it gets too cold, she stares at the gator's teeth as if staring at it will somehow yield the correct tooth to push down on. After several seconds, she presses down on one of the teeth.
It doesn't bite down.
Mammon looks pretty triumphant and declares: ] Your turn! [ before taking another bite of her food. ]