"I mean, I know you have been locked up in this place for a long time but seeing how she was eating your lips earlier," I cringe myself as I shift my gaze from him to her and then back to him, "I believed your breath was magically kept fresh."
"You stupid bitch! How dare you speak in front of him!" Oh shit up bitch, I'm not even started yet.
"Now that you're closer to me, the more you speak the more disgusting your breath smells." His hand that has been holding my chin slowly drops and I can see the confusion and disbelief on his face.
Trust me you haven't seen anything yet.
I take my hand to my nose and continue, "And when I say your breath stinks, I don't mean it metaphorically or irony, or whatever figure of speech is right in this context. I mean it literally and factually. Your mouth has a very bad odor. If this was a cartoon then there'd be visible green steam coming out of your mouth to indicate the extent of your mouth ordor."
