[ It's such an absurd, ludicrous answer that he can't help the way his chest starts to shake a little with stupid, muted laughter. It doesn't really make much of a sound except for some stuttered air escaping his nose — at first, at least, until his teeth come up. The noise that layers itself in is kind of a high pitched whistle or drawn out squeak.
He's trying not to chew and grin at the same time, but it's a real struggle.
There he is, slumped against a wall, eyes closed, chewing and laughing and running the risk of sucking cereal bar down his throat while talking about the logistics of a meth habit with Captain America's teeth.
In the future.
After fighting monsters.
And they're in a goddamn Target or something.
He's just. It's goddamn hysterical. ]
Maybe--
[ He starts, pausing to swallow before starting his pitch again. ]
Maybe future dentures chew your food for you. Could be an upgrade.
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He's trying not to chew and grin at the same time, but it's a real struggle.
There he is, slumped against a wall, eyes closed, chewing and laughing and running the risk of sucking cereal bar down his throat while talking about the logistics of a meth habit with Captain America's teeth.
In the future.
After fighting monsters.
And they're in a goddamn Target or something.
He's just. It's goddamn hysterical. ]
Maybe--
[ He starts, pausing to swallow before starting his pitch again. ]
Maybe future dentures chew your food for you. Could be an upgrade.