the dentist (who will be known as bmt from now onwards, short for "bespectacled masked torturer") slowly poked and prodded at moby's teeth with his instruments of mass pain-infliction..."tender right? muahaha".
moby winced and nodded his head in agreement, with tears welled up in his misty eyes.
"i knew it. see lah, now got cavities already. you grind your teeth too, don't you?! take this!" and with that, bmt drilled a hole into moby's left hind upper molar (or whatever you call that tooth).
moby's saliva slowly started dripping down the side of his face, even with the suction of the vacuum-thing-that-they-stick-down-your-throat...moby was in danger of drowning in his own spit!
repeat the above process for the left hind lower molar, the right hind upper molar, the left upper incisor, and the left lower incisor. one and a half hours later, moby comes out of the dental clinic with 5 new fillings and $305 poorer. what a day. =|
(no, this is not my tooth)