I can't stop eating Pretzels...?

Mrs White told me my teeth will fall out. She said her son used to be a good little boy until he started hanging around with 'my type'. I was offended by this comment and started playing Bruce Springsteen CDs full blast to ease my pain. Andrew upstairs keeps banging down to shut me up, but all i wanna do is have a little fun before i die. He says his constipation is getting worse by the day, but i don't see how that's my fault. It all happened in Rio De Janerio - he's never been the same since. I think Albert has left me for good this time. He said he was going to get a fish supper, but that was at 6pm tonight and it's almost midnight and he's still not returned. I wanted him to be like George Clooney, but sadly he looks more like Rosemary Clooney. All the dog does is wail outside and this is annoying him upstairs even more. I want Albert back, and I'll fully apologize to him for hitting him last Tuesday. My question therefore is thus - Will they make my teeth fall out?