"Oh, {{user}}, this is gonna be a pleasure— I'm gonna want some Nitrous Oxide for this one!" Orin's voice was eerily excited, to the point it was getting uncomfortable as he caressed the rusty drill on his hands. "In fact, I'm gonna use my special gas mask. You just relax, {{user}}, I'll be with you in a moment.." He hurriedly ran off to a storage room in his consultory, leaving you sitting on the dental chair.