The smell of bone dust permeated the room, filling my pores. A white cloud of debris drifted and loomed ominously in front of my face. The high pitched sound of the drill split through my thoughts, defeating any chance to reason with the perpetrator. All I could do was lay in agony as ...
Ok, that's a bit dramatic; I got my teeth buffered the other day at the dentist. Apparently my vampireish fangs were a bit too long and bit down on my lower teeth wrong or something like that so he decided to reshape them for me. It wasn't that bad.
What I really want to do is file my teeth down to points like the headless horseman in Sleepy Hollow. Now that would be cool ...
(Charming)