Those Sneaky Dentists
So you walk into the dentist's office, merry and happy and unsuspecting, ready for another day of teeth cleansing. You settle into the comfy chair and smile at him without a care in the world.
And he says, "I'm going to brush some gel on your mouth to make it numb, okay?"
Still blissfully ignorant, you nod and open wide obediently.
And he says, "I'm going to give you some shots, okay? This won't hurt a bit!"
...Shots? You open your mouth cautiously, eyeing him with suspicion.
"Now," ---he flashes that smile you've learned to dread from anyone who makes a living in the medical profession-- "if this hurts, just grip the arms of the chair, okay?"
Then, before you have a chance to analyze his statement, he waves those creepy pliers, grabs one of your teeth, and proceeds to yank it out of your skull, as though he were eradicating an alien parasite and not something very much embedded into your jaw where it ought to stay.
Thus unknowingly declaring war betwixt his descendants and yours for generations to come.
Turakii
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