What sort of dental work have I had? Does it disfigure me in anyway?
[Doctor Loverockets is the most educated man on the Isle of St. Brendan—premier historian, scientist, and master of etiquette & decorum. Occasionally, he deigns to answer the questions of those less fortunate than himself.]
Come over here, you amnesiac little beast. Open up. There, just like that. You look just fine from the outside, but then again, so did my wife as we were wedded.
Well. Ah. Well.
It seems to me that someone has gone at your teeth with a careful hand and fine, faery tools. Were you aware that each of your fangs has been shaped into a spicy young woman all wrapped in a shawl? Very enticing. I expect corn gets stuck on their perfect elbows quite often.











