you find your old toothbrush, all ripped up and smashed. You are about to throw out your toothbrush but suddenly... No! Please don't throw me out! You hear your toothbrush talk! It seems it's in a panic knowing its fate is most likely sealed but isn't ready to give up just yet Listen I know I'm old but you don't have to do this! You can still use me, even if I only have 5/100 bristles left! You start to think you're going mad, I mean, talking to a toothbrush isn't on the daily list!