Post by TFP on Oct 21, 2008 17:27:06 GMT -4
Eight long figures of flesh covered in latex, go in and out of Davidson's mouth, pressing against his cheeks and rubbing along his tongue at a rapid rate that if they hit a crown of his molars, they would pop and explode everywhere, creating a horrible mess within Davidson's mouth - only if the latex were to rip, of course, and do their so-called damage. Davidson's eyes are closed and he's shaking in fear, in misery, and he just feels like somebody could take a gun and put it up to his head and pull the trigger so he doesn't have to go through this oral rape.
Cop: "Oh, wow, can I do it?"
Davidson (Muffled Voice, Obviously): "Nw yw cwn't."
After awhile, the oral rape comes to an end because like most visits to the dentist, they're only short and brief - maybe a half hour at best if you're lucky like the delicate brushers. As soon as the fingers are removed gently, he puts a mirror tool in the back of his mouth, spotting around closely for cavities. After a good and long search, probably more effective and meaningful than the Weapons of Mass Destruction search going on at the moment, Davidson is sat up by the electric chair that isn't very comfortable and he gets to his feet.
Dentist: "Good news, you don't have a single cavity in your mouth."
Davidson: "Ha, well - do I ever have a single cavity in my mouth?"
Dentist: "Nope, your visits here are usually predictable. But this time around, I have to ask you a question..."
Davidson: "Oh great, what is it?"
Dentist: "Have you ever had an injury to the jaw in the past year? Any trauma whatsoever?"
Flashback...
1. Countless stealchair shots
2. Countless punches to the face
3. Falling up the stairs
4. Heather being a fiesty bitch
5. Falling off turnbuckles and aprons
6. Jawbreaker maneouvres
7. Falling down the stairs
8. Rodeos
9. Fiesty bitches being like Heather
10. Falling stairs
11. Animal-related incidents
12. Automobile-related incidents
13. Phone conversations with women
14. etc., etc., etc.
Davidson: "Only minor stuff. Why?"
Dentist: "Well, I'm just noticing something on the X-ray here, it looks like you have a fracture around the socket. It may require surgery if it's any bother to you. Do you get any feeling of ache on your right side of your mouth, or do you get any kind of headache that doesn't go away for awhile? It could be really serious stuff and if it becomes a problem, it very well may have to be done and soon, too. Those things can't be waited on for long or else infection can set in."
Davidson: "Eh, I don't feel any headaches or jazz like that. Fact is, I'm fine - always have been - no fracture will bother me."
Dentist: "If you say so. But if problems do occur in the future, please call and set up an appointment."
Davidson: "Will do."
He heads out of the dentist office and out of the whole building altogether. As he goes through the spinning revolving glass door, he stands out at the end and his cellphone rings. He pulls it out and looks at it, being somebody he doesn't know. He shrugs and puts it back and his pocket and turns away, but the revolving glass door is spun and hits him in the side of the face. He falls to the sidewalk, hitting his chin on the curb. He pushes himself up, spitting out blood, and looks in the reflection of a car window, noticing his slanted jaw. His eyes widen and he looks around, pushes it back in place with a loud crack and he chatters his teeth, as in "good as new".
Cop: "Oh, wow, can I do it?"
Davidson (Muffled Voice, Obviously): "Nw yw cwn't."
After awhile, the oral rape comes to an end because like most visits to the dentist, they're only short and brief - maybe a half hour at best if you're lucky like the delicate brushers. As soon as the fingers are removed gently, he puts a mirror tool in the back of his mouth, spotting around closely for cavities. After a good and long search, probably more effective and meaningful than the Weapons of Mass Destruction search going on at the moment, Davidson is sat up by the electric chair that isn't very comfortable and he gets to his feet.
Dentist: "Good news, you don't have a single cavity in your mouth."
Davidson: "Ha, well - do I ever have a single cavity in my mouth?"
Dentist: "Nope, your visits here are usually predictable. But this time around, I have to ask you a question..."
Davidson: "Oh great, what is it?"
Dentist: "Have you ever had an injury to the jaw in the past year? Any trauma whatsoever?"
Flashback...
1. Countless stealchair shots
2. Countless punches to the face
3. Falling up the stairs
4. Heather being a fiesty bitch
5. Falling off turnbuckles and aprons
6. Jawbreaker maneouvres
7. Falling down the stairs
8. Rodeos
9. Fiesty bitches being like Heather
10. Falling stairs
11. Animal-related incidents
12. Automobile-related incidents
13. Phone conversations with women
14. etc., etc., etc.
Davidson: "Only minor stuff. Why?"
Dentist: "Well, I'm just noticing something on the X-ray here, it looks like you have a fracture around the socket. It may require surgery if it's any bother to you. Do you get any feeling of ache on your right side of your mouth, or do you get any kind of headache that doesn't go away for awhile? It could be really serious stuff and if it becomes a problem, it very well may have to be done and soon, too. Those things can't be waited on for long or else infection can set in."
Davidson: "Eh, I don't feel any headaches or jazz like that. Fact is, I'm fine - always have been - no fracture will bother me."
Dentist: "If you say so. But if problems do occur in the future, please call and set up an appointment."
Davidson: "Will do."
He heads out of the dentist office and out of the whole building altogether. As he goes through the spinning revolving glass door, he stands out at the end and his cellphone rings. He pulls it out and looks at it, being somebody he doesn't know. He shrugs and puts it back and his pocket and turns away, but the revolving glass door is spun and hits him in the side of the face. He falls to the sidewalk, hitting his chin on the curb. He pushes himself up, spitting out blood, and looks in the reflection of a car window, noticing his slanted jaw. His eyes widen and he looks around, pushes it back in place with a loud crack and he chatters his teeth, as in "good as new".