The boy walks to some plastic cafeteria chairs, sits down, and opens his palm to tell you your fate. "So... sucks to be you, eh? Tell ya what; I'll chew you, so you won't be alive to feel the pain of digestion! Time to go!"
The 7 year old opens his scary looking mouth, and brings you to just above his sharp front incisor, and drops you. The incisor cuts right through your right lung. Blood is going everywhere inside his mouth.
The boy loves the taste of your blood; kind of bitter, kinda copper-like. But he can't enjoy it; he has a service to complete.
You are fading fast.
The boy rolls you over onto his molar, and brings it down.
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