Summary:

You return to the dominant dentist, your debts paid and your teeth ready for a good cleaning. The problem is, no matter how much you try not to think of last time, you can’t help but feel a tingle of excitement. She said she’d really work you over if you failed to pay for those expensive procedures, and part of you dearly wishes you didn’t have the scratch to avoid such a fate.

Well, you’re in luck. Debt or no, this dentist is more than happy to put you in your place. Flossing is important, and this woman is about to floss your fucking soul.

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From the Goblin:

"Sugar isn’t bad for your teeth, don’t believe those spurious claims made by barber-surgeons. Look at me: full gob of gnawers and I eat sugar all the damn time! I don’t even brush \or* floss, and you could use these bad boys to chew through any damn thing. I once had to chew through an entire pile of corpses that I had the poor fortune of being buried beneath.**

You see, my clan had lost a battle against the neighboring kobold tribe, and the corpses of the slain were all piled deep in a pit, with yours truly stuck near the bottom. Playing dead worked up until it didn’t, I suppose. Well, stuck and unable to wriggle out of my conundrum, I did the only thing I could and just started chomping. I can’t tell you how many bones, tough goblin asses and hunks of greasy hair I had to chew through, but my teeth did not fail me!

Oral hygiene is for suckers, I say.”

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The Goblin returns, his only purpose in life to fulfill the requests of his eager fans. One sought a sequel to this script, and the Goblin was happy to provide! We all need to take care of our teeth, and there is nothing in the rules that says we can’t have other needs taken care of during our visits to the dentist.

Well, professional associations probably have rules that would disagree, but luckily for you, this dentist knows that rules, like your ass, are meant to be broken.