you again??... oh my god, ¿why are you coming here every week at the same hour?... ¿are you using me?... whatever, if you need a story about a dentist i have one, this story is about... Me! yes, i was a cool dentist when i was alive, i didn´t said that i´m dead, i think...
in my golden years i was a great eminence in dentistry named rahmed bitter, i was born in Bolivia in 1441 on your ages... yes,i have not been a rabit all my existence... people of many lands traveled to know me and have a consult in my mansion overlooking the Titpoo... oh, i'm sorry, Titicaca, my bad, i usually confuse languages.
I create a process for new teeth to grow in any part of the body, imagine, they were allowed to grow instead of the nails, strange things I have seen, I would tell you the form but then I would have to take your body which would unleash an apocalypse, Come on, the normal thing happens when you do the things you should not do, like when you do not raise the lid of the bathroom when you use it ... yes, I saw you, do not do it again, it makes me sick to stain my tail when I sit on it.
I know you admire me for how fluffy I am, so, you can go now, on another occasion i will tell you how I made a megaphone with a squirrel, a rope and a megaphone.
