Crazy Man: Listen, you need to call your dentist!

Me: Why?

Crazy Man: You won't stop writing stories! Your teeth will suffer a great deal!

Me: Writing stories and my teeth have no correlation!

Crazy Man: You will have to get your tooth pulled! Call your dentist!

SkittishReflections: Enough! Damien's teeth is perfectly fine! He doesn't need to call the dentist!

Crazy Man: Oh no! He will need to eat soft foods for a while! Mashed potatoes, applesauce, soup, tuna.....

Mental Institution People: *taking the crazy man away*

Crazy Man: No!!! Let me go!! *being taken away*

Mental Institution People: *puts the crazy man in the back of the van, and drives to the mental institution*

SkittishReflections: People like him creep me the heck out! Damien, pay him no mind! All authors write stories, and never get their teeth pulled. Keep doing what you love!

Me: I will, babe!

This story was written on Friday, May 7th, 2021.

A/N I keep having these intrusive thoughts of myself getting my teeth pulled, all because I enjoy writing. So, I had to write this. If anyone actually came up to me and told me this nonsense, I would call the mental asylum, on the spot! Don't be a silent reader. Please leave feedback. Thanks.