It's that time of the year again where you have to buy a nice gift for special someone, or else they stop talking to you. and don't believe them when they say, "No, I don't want gift." They want gift. So what do you do? You buy them teeth of course! From me! Pog Corto! Down at the Tooth Booth. I've got the best teeth in all of Deepton and I'm not talking about the ones... in my mouth. Our teeth are locally sourced from the freshest of corpses. You won't believe how quickly we find these dead bodies. It's freaky fast. It scares me sometimes. We got all varieties of teeth. We got the sharp ones. We got the little teeth. We got the pearly whites. and the yummy yellows. We also sell grenades. And yes, some of our teeth do have lice. It's not big deal. You just tell lice to scooch. They scooch. You say, "Scooch lice!" And they leave. It's really no problem. Look, I come from a long line of very respectable bastards. And you can trust the teeth you buy here will meet all of your teeth-having needs. That's the Bastard's Guarantee. And i am, of course, obligated to tell you that snorting teeth is against the law. But once you buy the teeth... I don't know what you do with them. I close my eyes. I can't even tell what you're doing. Are you snorting teeth right now? I dont know, I can't tell. My eyes are closed. Are you even still there? Hello? So come on down to the Tooth Booth. Unless you're that turtle-brain Yurk Twittlebug. You stay away from store. I wink at you! Wink! Wink! The Tooth Booth! Located in the Stink Markets of Deepton next to the Blood Puddle