texts: How many? </s> <s> Five's my guess.  Maybe more. Won't know till I get in there.  Leave him now and you can pick him up in the morning. </s> <s> Isn't there something you can give him?  A pill or something?
labels: Decay unfortunately doesn't limit itself to the denture, Mr. Baker. It spreads into his chest. Then the heart goes. We wouldn't want that, would we?