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There's been multiple complaints about floor 3. People have been saying they hear a low wail outside the door whenever they use the elevator. Like all good companies do,— ["Hey Janice!" Someone screams in the background] —has been put to the job to see the issue. (No he doesn't have a dental background, and frankly he's hardly qualified.)
One of those interviews-gone-wrong people went to— [Crash! A loud sound of something dropping filled the workspace] —'s office and dropped down a stack of papers. "You need this job." They said like always. "Yeah. We love the company." He said back mostly sarcastically but a small part of him chilled at the fact that it felt true.
He hoisted the papers up, and the stack was comically large and reached his chin. He went to the elevator and pressed for the third floor. [Ding!] —still had nightmares from the bite. Or he would have if he could go to his house and sleep. Weirdly this place didn't make him feel tired. Physically, not emotionally.
["Gaaah." The mouth rumbled]— walked into the humid room and placed his papers down on the soft 'floor' and brought out his lighter. A warm glow filled the room and illuminated the large mouth that spanned the entire end of the room. "I should really throw out my lighter... Damn Bryce.. Chase? Whatever makes me feel withdrawal all the time." He complained under his breath and grabbed the paper on top of the stack.
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Dental Care: A Checklist For Your Large Mouth On The Third Floor
Does your third floor mouth look in pain? Well look no further, below is a checklist for all possible issues to occur in said mouth.
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"That was it for the first page?" ["Urghhh" the mouth wailed] thought it was a waste of paper really. Lots more space for text. He got the second paper.
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Section one: Cavities
Is there pain when it bites down?
Yes or No
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Well— [A large exhale comes out from the mouth] —wasn't going to test it out himself. He shuffled through his pockets and found a piece of hard candy. It was a weird off brand of Werther's Original. He tossed it into the mouth and it bit down with a powerful bite. [Clack!] —flinched. After that however it let out a sharp cry of anguish. "Guess that's a yes." He circled it out with his pen.
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Is there any form of pain when consuming sweet, hot, or cold foods or drinks?
Yes or No
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"Uhh." Does it count if it cried when he threw a piece of candy in its mouth? He contemplated."Eh can't be bothered" (A part of him did bother, he needed this job.) He circled yes.
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Are there any holes or pits in its teeth?
Yes or No
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["Uughh" the mouth groaned again] —ducked and moved around to check its teeth without going inside. He saw two: one in the back, top row and another in the other side, bottom row. He checked yes again. It's at this point that he would've stopped and just went on with his day but he didn't want to make a missed judgement and suffer the consequences.
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Is there any black, brown, or white staining on the surface of the tooth?
Yes or No
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He checked everything again and saw brown staining on the same teeth. Yes again.
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Does the mouth wail out in pain?
Yes or No
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"Yup again. One last."
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Does its teeth show excessive sensitivity?
Yes or No
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"????? How do I check that?" He squinted at the text again to make sure and he read it right. Does he just get cold water or? He sighs and goes back into the elevator. "Don't.. inhale the paper" he says to the mouth, as if it'll understand. He presses for floor 4 and tries to think away the bad thoughts that bring too. He puts his lighter back in his pocket and waits for the elevator to ding.
It reaches his floor, and instead of going to the door behind him, the elevator door opens and he's greeted by small cubicles that reach farther than he can see. He walks forward and goes left and sees the water dispenser and vending machine. He grabs one of the paper cups and presses for cold water.
He walks back to the elevator, and looks down, avoiding the door. He presses the number three again and lights his lighter again. The papers were not inhaled, thankfully. He goes inside, wet sounds reverberating through the 'room' with each step taken.
He throws the cup of water into its mouth and it screams. It was loud and the floor was shaking violently, overreacting really, but he almost stumbled into the mouth. "Shit–!" he thankfully slips backwards from the.. moisture on the floor. Disgusting.
He grabs his bearings and breathes in and out. 1..2..3..4.. what was the count? Whatever. He grabs the stack of papers again after turning off his lighter and goes back inside the elevator.
It chimes when he reaches his floor and he goes to his cubicle before setting down the papers on his desk and completing the checklist.
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Does its teeth show excessive sensitivity?
Yes or No
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He checks, circles, underlines, traces the text to bold it, and if he had highlighter he would highlight it. (Yes)
He goes to the bottom of the page and has a written answer part this time.
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If most questions are checked Yes, please provide possible reasons if available in the space below.
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He had to think about this but it didn't take too long for him to remember how he got hired. There were new recruits almost everyday to counter the people being.. terminated. That basically means that the mouth has been eating way too many drug filled cakes than should be healthy he supposed. [“No- no please! I need this jo-” a man yells out before being cut off] —wrote down as much. He flipped through the page after that but only saw the page filled with lorem Ipsum text..??
He scanned through everything and it was basically the same. He felt his annoyance rise, Jesus why did I do this if the only issue would be cavities…, he seethed internally. He faxed the papers at an excruciatingly slow pace because of the sheer amount of pages. Once it was all done he let out a sigh of relief. “At least I'm not gonna be its dentist..” he said.
But little did he know…
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