Wiiiiinchesssster! It's tiiiiiime.
Stop acting like a two-year-old. Everybody has to go to the dentist.
I don't even have a mouth, much less teeth. Today won't be so bad. The nice technician lady will draw blood--
--and look at your mouth and tell The Writer how many hundreds and hundreds of dollars it will cost to clean your teeth.
I hope it costs so much The Writer has to sell her car! Take out a second mortgage on the house! And she'll have to wear the same old clothes until they rot and fall off her because she won't be able to afford any more!
And then Wednesday you'll go have your teeth cleaned. Your teeth and gums will feel better and your breath won't knock over Bigfoot like it does now.
Wednesday, huh? Then I have time to run away and find a family that won't insult me.