Unless [ there's an unopened sugar packet in his hand, which he uses as though it's a fork. he points it toward stefan, though it flops. ] Mad Hatter's the dentist. And that's why he's not around.

[ sure, sure, barry. regardless of how unlikely that theory is, barry settles for it. it pulls the attention away from his sugar, even though it remains in the peripherals for now. ]

Couldn't you just ask for new teeth from the closet? I know that paints a really gross image, but those closets so far don't have a limit on them. The impossible's possible. And so are teeth, I think.