Your former mouth has been removed from your face by pharmaceuticals, and Doctor Death fires up the cable run drill. You’re looking at 25′ of cable with pulley amplifiers stepping up that drill’s rotation to 2 million RPMs. As the Doc gets closer to your mouth, he likes to rev up that metal bit like a dragster at the starting line. Now spinning at half a billion RPM’s, he slams the bit into a baby tooth that would have left your body naturally in a year. But there’s no money in that, and your parent’s lack of education gave him carte blanche to fill it in with silver amalgam. As he pushes on the drill, the load slows the bit and lowers the whine down 4 octaves. All you see is your tooth turned into white smoke that is exiting out your mouth like a smokestack on a powerhouse. After 5 minutes of pushing you into the chair until the drill almost stops dead, he’s done. He and the Nurse Nazi mix up some poisonous looking chemicals in a crucible and wait. Meanwhile, your half dead tongue goes to probe the hole he created in your tooth. Holey shit, he vaporized 90% of the structure and just left enough meat to act as a form for that cement hardening in that gray jar. As he pushes the mix down into that moon crater with an old popsicle stick, it starts solidifying. “Just gotta shape it, and we’re done,” the tooth geologist says. The worst is over as he grinds that excess metal into dust. “You’re all set,” he proclaims and leaves you alone with Helga. Her down under dampness is right in your face as you slide off the torture chair. Yech! On the way out is a bowl of sugary suckers that will promote future cavities and an upgrade to the Doc’s Small Penis Sports Car in the parking lot. You’re relieved you survived your ordeal and don’t even care that your teeth no longer mesh. That new filling on the one side of your mouth is propping your jaw open enough to fly a big, black crow right into It. Fuck it. You’ll get used to it in no time at all.
Torked Truth 
I can relate to all of this. Well done!
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