Snuffle.
Sniff. Sniff.
Slurp.
Crunch. Nom, nom, nom. Crunch crunch.
Skitter, taptaptap.
Sniff, slurp, crunch crunch crunch.
Answer here this time tomorrow.
Just kidding.
That, faithful readers, is the sound of a puppy losing his teeth. While the rest of the house is peacefully sleeping, Gotham's baby teeth are falling out. And what better way to amuse one's doggy-self in the middle of the night than to spit your tooth out onto the wood floor, wonder what the heck it is, and pick it back up to give it a little chew? Sick, I know.
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