Newt risks a glance at Geoff, relieved to find that the guy apparently hadn't heard Chuck's super loud whisper--he might as well have yelled it--or is just ignoring, but the problem is that he's also whistling. Cheerfully, even. A fucking whistling frosty-tipped dentist's assistant, what kind of assclown even lives that kind of life?

"I'm kind of afraid they'll hunt us down with their dentist tools if we try," Newt answers, taking care to keep his voice a little lower than Chuck's. "Y'know, Kate and I went to this timeshare thing, and I'm pretty sure they were cannibals. No telling how many of them there are in the city. I mean, can we ever know for sure what dentists do with all the teeth they take?"