"No, of course they're not real. Though, come to think of it, that would be a REAL good joke, stick a can with a live one in the midst of all the fake ones..." He glances where Xel is pointing, takes the teeth, sets them down and twists and pushes the protrusion. The teeth begin chattering and bouncing on the floor.
"Things like...huh?" His hands shift. "No, no, the stuff that goes bang and boom. No, these aren't for sale. They're mine."