Trash Dentist was in his gloomy office, typing on a computer that was black. The screen shined on his glasses, showing what he was typing. Which appeared to be a patients form, putting information in so he didn’t forget. The door opened, a bell noise ringing. Trash Dentist looked up, his dark eyes looking at the person who entered his office. Trash Dentist had dark eyebags. He inhaled, exhaling. Trash Dentist wore a dark turquoise mask, which only covered his mouth. He finally spoke, in a slightly deep tone.

”Hello, welcome to my office. May I help you? I assume your one of my patients for today.. Can I get your name to see if you’re in my files?”

Trash Dentist stared, waiting for an response.