"What a world!" bawls the serpent. "Oh what a world!"

"Excuse me? Sir?" says Clarity. "Why are you crying?"

The serpent regains enough control of himself to reply. "Well, I don't know," he sniffles, "I was just sitting here, minding my own business, when this tacky little cloud of purple smoke just whisked past me and snapped my left fang clean in half, and now I'm positively unpresentable!" He opens his mouth to draw breath for more wailing, displaying a broken fang that does not match the one on the right.