Dylan felt like he might throw up. The stench from the burp was still lingering around him and to his horror, was not showing any signs of vanishing.

So, he was holding his breath...In fact, he was holding his breath so hard that tiny spots were starting to appear before his eyes. But this didn't effect his hands or his determination. The Slytherin's fingers worked diligently, moving the rope-like floss between the things teeth. He'd started from the back, slowly making his way towards the front...

...In doing this, he absentmindedly wonder if the Piranha's teeth also had names like theirs. Incisors...and what were the other ones? Dylan couldn't remember...

"We're going to need to switch sides soon, mate."