A beer won't catch me up to you, girly. You're fargone. But let's see. I would really enjoy showing off. [She winks, and lines the bottlecap up with her right dental dagger. With a gold-start chomp and the distinctive crunch HISS of metal crinkling and gas escaping, the bottle cap is pierced right through. In fact Pia barely even feels it, and it peels away from the glass mouth of the bottle, still stuck on her tooth. It hangs there for a moment because she can't stop laughing, a hand pressed up to her mouth.] Oh my god!
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