Steven: *on the phone* Hello? I would like to make an appointment for Damien. Yeah, to get his tooth pulled for writing stories. Next Tuesday would be fine. 3:30 pm?

SkittishReflections: What the heck? Give me that phone! *snatches the phone from Steven, and hangs it up*

Steven: Hey, I was in the middle of making an appointment!

SkittishReflections: You idiot! There's nothing wrong with Damien's teeth! And, it doesn't correlate with his writing! He doesn't have a toothache, and if I ever catch you on the phone, making a dentist appointment for him again, I'm gonna have Trevor beat you up! You got me?

Steven: Yes.

Me: Was he trying to make me a dentist appointment to have my teeth removed?

themysticalqueen: That's so messed up! Steven is so stupid!

Diane: He is!

Bo: *speaking Chinese*

This story was written on Friday, March 12th, 2021.

A/N If Steven does this again, he will get beat up! These intrusive thoughts of getting my teeth pulled for writing, just won't leave me alone! Don't be a silent reader. Please leave feedback. Thanks.