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Underground eXperts United File 108
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Underground eXperts United
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[ Dental Torture ] [ By The GNN ]
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DENTAL TORTURE
by THE GNN/DualCrew/uXu
"niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii yargh die!"
(The Driller Killer)
I have this fear that the drill will miss the target and hit my upper
palate instead. The dentist will grab it with both her hands and shout
"OOPS! ehe", but too late! The drill continues up up up into my brains
and kills me. I do not have to worry, it does not happen this time.
*LUCKY ME*! The drill drills and drills and kling klong da dong de dong.
The feelings goes from the teeth, to the skull, to my bones. My whole body
is shaking in pain.
Suddenly the dentist shouts to the assistent: - Iron oxide, now!
What? They begin to fill the teeth with a substance that smells like
nuclear waste. The dentist bends over and says: - Now remeber to *not*
swallow any nitric nor sulphuric acid in the next fifteen minutes since
that will cause a violent detonation in your mouth!
As if I had the chance. I mean, there is still one hour left according
to the clock on the wall. You know, the kind that never moves. Time
passes extremely slow. If there existed a real-time movie about the
history of earth from the big bang to present day, I would be able to see
the whole film EVEN WITH commercial breaks every ten minute.
"The dinousaurs..."
"Oh, it's *you* Bob! Ma-ma-mastercard takes your money a-a-wayy!"
"..are quite interesting. Or maybe not."
There is no such film. My only entertainment is a poster placed in the
cieling that shows an enormous apple "CANDY!" "GOOD FOR YOU, MAN!". I once
visited a dentist. He confessed that he had placed his TV in the ceiling.
I close my eyes and discover that there is another source of entertainment!
The radio is on! I relax and prepare myself to float away with the help
from some calm speaker with a soft voice that talks about flowers or...
"AHH BLOOD, DEATH, MAIMED PEOPLE EVERYWHERE! YES! YES!"
...maybe not. The radio jumps up and down in exitment when the reporter
screams detalied information about yet another six-year old kid that have
been accidentaly mashed by a train. After five long minutes it is time for
music. Prince. Not only one fucking song, no of course there have to be
some fuckig PRINCE SPECIAL afternoon mixed with the "cult hits" from Michel
Jackson. raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
I pass out but wake up the next second. The dentist talks to herself.
- Oh dear, not good, oh shit, what's this? Well, well, well this is sure
bad, uh-oh, no, damn, core blimey! Oops, fuck. If this had been the
teeths of a cow, I had shot him at the spot, man oh dear."
I want to actually die when I visit the dentist. But they do not let me
to! "Live!" they scream. "Live and feel the pain! Afterwards, you can
die!". But not during the treatment. "Treatment", what a word! ho ho ho
it kills me - it really do.
They know how to kill me afterwards. They fill the hole in my teeth with
something messy and tasteless. Since the law forces them to tell them what
they stuffed into your teeth they cannot simply let you go. But they have
their ways to overcome this little problem. They begin to talk fast and
they dress their speach in advanced terms. "yeah now we have used epson
laar coultalbentol zum acid" in your teeth which means that you should
*NOT* eat anything that contains Hurocs Acid, H4sO5U, Nitzer Salts, NWO
substances, zinc or substitutes!". Aha, yeah I say and go home. When the
hunger comes I am doomed. No matter what I eat, the substances in my
teeth will react with the food and destroy me in an enormous nuclear
explosion.
God, I hate dentists.
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niiiiiiiiiiiiii chunk chunk clunk clunk row row argh clunk
Call SEDES DIABOLI +46-586-niiiiiiiiiii
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I won't be long. I'm just going for a leak.
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