"Gotcha" He grins and his bear teeth glitter with a little 'ping' like in those minty-fresh gum commericials.
As you and Brian sit around the bubbling fondue pot [Brian is picking his now dragon teeth with a wide, white rib bone], you happen to glance into the swirling, melted cheese. You frown as you see shadows move on its surface and the yellow liquid congeal into a face. It lifts partially above the rim and blinks at you over a sweating, greasy nose.
"Hallooooo!" It grins.