"Did I disappoint you, or leave a bad taste in your mouth?"
As we walk into the elevator, I notice that my mouth really hurts. Holding the door open with one hand, I spit into my other hand. I see in the palm a small amount of blood and a few of my teeth. Spitting again, I lose a few more. I enter the elevator and allow the door to shut. Using the reflective surface of the door as a mirror, I examine my remaining teeth. The three I have left are twisted and corroded in a very unsettling way. I hope no one notices.