So, I went the dentist the other day, after about a 3 ½ year hiatus. The dentist came into my room, looked at me with his evil eye, and roared a deep laugh that left the building in tremors. I would give it a 3.5 on the richter scale. Then, the dentist took out a needle the size of my pointer finger, and forced it into my gums. “I like to do this slowly—take my time,” he told me in his grovely voice, as he squeezed a quart of numbing fluid into my mouth. The right half of my face numbed up and swelled to twice its size, becoming a drooping, useless mass. Next, he pulled out a massive shrieking drill and shoved it into my mouth. Bits of my teeth sputtered out of my mouth and hit various objects around the room. Ding! Ding! Ding! Then, the dentist took out a tub of gray paste. He said he was going to fill my mouth with it. But I had had enough. I swung my leg and hit the dentist on his right ear. Blood splattered out his left ear and he nearly fell over on his side. But I caught him and threw him against the cupboard, causing little metal dental implements to scatter and tinkle on the linoleum floor. “This is the last you'll see of me!” I announced as I made my exit. As I streamed across the parking lot, dental office behind me, I felt the smoky heat of fire as the building ruptured into flames. That's what happens when a dentist messes with me!
- Carly
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