Digital Underground - uXu - Underground eXperts United #uxu-108

### ### ### ### ### #### ### ### ### #### ### ### ##### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ##### ### ### ########## ### ### ########## ### ### ### ### Underground eXperts United Presents... ####### ## ## ####### # # #### ####### ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ## ## #### ## ## #### # # ## ## ## ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ## ## ## ## ####### ####### # # ###### ####### ####### [ Dental Torture ] [ By The GNN ] ____________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________ DENTAL TORTURE by THE GNN/DualCrew/uXu "niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii yargh die!" (The Driller Killer) I have this fear that the drill will miss the target and hit my upper palate instead. The dentist will grab it with both her hands and shout "OOPS! ehe", but too late! The drill continues up up up into my brains and kills me. I do not have to worry, it does not happen this time. *LUCKY ME*! The drill drills and drills and kling klong da dong de dong. The feelings goes from the teeth, to the skull, to my bones. My whole body is shaking in pain. Suddenly the dentist shouts to the assistent: - Iron oxide, now! What? They begin to fill the teeth with a substance that smells like nuclear waste. The dentist bends over and says: - Now remeber to *not* swallow any nitric nor sulphuric acid in the next fifteen minutes since that will cause a violent detonation in your mouth! As if I had the chance. I mean, there is still one hour left according to the clock on the wall. You know, the kind that never moves. Time passes extremely slow. If there existed a real-time movie about the history of earth from the big bang to present day, I would be able to see the whole film EVEN WITH commercial breaks every ten minute. "The dinousaurs..." "Oh, it's *you* Bob! Ma-ma-mastercard takes your money a-a-wayy!" "..are quite interesting. Or maybe not." There is no such film. My only entertainment is a poster placed in the cieling that shows an enormous apple "CANDY!" "GOOD FOR YOU, MAN!". I once visited a dentist. He confessed that he had placed his TV in the ceiling. I close my eyes and discover that there is another source of entertainment! The radio is on! I relax and prepare myself to float away with the help from some calm speaker with a soft voice that talks about flowers or... "AHH BLOOD, DEATH, MAIMED PEOPLE EVERYWHERE! YES! YES!" ...maybe not. The radio jumps up and down in exitment when the reporter screams detalied information about yet another six-year old kid that have been accidentaly mashed by a train. After five long minutes it is time for music. Prince. Not only one fucking song, no of course there have to be some fuckig PRINCE SPECIAL afternoon mixed with the "cult hits" from Michel Jackson. raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I pass out but wake up the next second. The dentist talks to herself. - Oh dear, not good, oh shit, what's this? Well, well, well this is sure bad, uh-oh, no, damn, core blimey! Oops, fuck. If this had been the teeths of a cow, I had shot him at the spot, man oh dear." I want to actually die when I visit the dentist. But they do not let me to! "Live!" they scream. "Live and feel the pain! Afterwards, you can die!". But not during the treatment. "Treatment", what a word! ho ho ho it kills me - it really do. They know how to kill me afterwards. They fill the hole in my teeth with something messy and tasteless. Since the law forces them to tell them what they stuffed into your teeth they cannot simply let you go. But they have their ways to overcome this little problem. They begin to talk fast and they dress their speach in advanced terms. "yeah now we have used epson laar coultalbentol zum acid" in your teeth which means that you should *NOT* eat anything that contains Hurocs Acid, H4sO5U, Nitzer Salts, NWO substances, zinc or substitutes!". Aha, yeah I say and go home. When the hunger comes I am doomed. No matter what I eat, the substances in my teeth will react with the food and destroy me in an enormous nuclear explosion. God, I hate dentists. /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// niiiiiiiiiiiiii chunk chunk clunk clunk row row argh clunk Call SEDES DIABOLI +46-586-niiiiiiiiiii \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ I won't be long. I'm just going for a leak. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Underground eXperts United 1993 Call SOLSBURY HILL -> +1-301-428-3268 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

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