There are a minuscule number of things capable of dislodging the mighty-mini jaws of The Little Guy when he decides to take an interest in something.
Unfortunately, watching his beloved Doctor go over the edge of a cliff just so happens to be one of those exceedingly limited number of things.
One second he's watching the ensuing monologue with rapt attention, knowing that his Doctor will stick the landing due entirely to how many times the man practiced in front of the bathroom mirror.
The next...Doctor Evil is slipping out of sight, with only the sound of a soldier being bitten dragged under the waters of a swamp by an opportunistic alligator following in his wake.
The Little Guy's eyes widen his shock. His steel-trap-esque jaws go slack resulting in his multiple rows of razor sharp teeth to rend and tear at the velour pants of the man he'd been recently gnawing on. Ultimately he falls to the ground in a small child sized heap.
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Unfortunately, watching his beloved Doctor go over the edge of a cliff just so happens to be one of those exceedingly limited number of things.
One second he's watching the ensuing monologue with rapt attention, knowing that his Doctor will stick the landing due entirely to how many times the man practiced in front of the bathroom mirror.
The next...Doctor Evil is slipping out of sight, with only the sound of a soldier being bitten dragged under the waters of a swamp by an opportunistic alligator following in his wake.
The Little Guy's eyes widen his shock.
His steel-trap-esque jaws go slack resulting in his multiple rows of razor sharp teeth to rend and tear at the velour pants of the man he'd been recently gnawing on.
Ultimately he falls to the ground in a small child sized heap.
"........oompa."