I had to walk over to the mirror to make sure.
Each one wiggled and screamed little tooth screams trying to get away.
My tongue attempted to hold them in, but before long a dozen had jumped into the sink.
A few escaped down into my throat; I really wished they hadn’t.
Only three remained loyal to my mouth, seeing this as an opportunity for a promotion to incisor.
I don’t think they’ll have the job for long.