An Eye Tooth For An Eye Tooth

Look, kid, you can’t turn me in. I’m still on probation here. If you call your parents, then they’ll see me, and they’ll file a report with the bureau of tooth collection, and I’ve already got three strikes against me for allowing mortals to see me while I’m at work, so you got to do me a favor and just forget this whole thing, okay? What do you say? Can you help an assistant tooth collector second class so I don’t end up getting kicked out of the academy and end up on the street like my old man, the gutter snipe? How’s about if I give you two quarters instead of the customary one quarter. Or better yet, how about three whole dimes? Eh? What do you say?