The Billionaire's Possession (Voted Best Reads for Cats)

Chapter 11/I love robot mouth freshness

Fortified Okampa  Luxury Shopping Mall 12 miles from Spring-Falls 

Emily was way nicer than her sister Megan. She did have this weird habit of announcing emoticons at the end of her sentences. Like 'Look a sale at Nenma Markus how shameful. Frowny face ☹️'. When not talking she kept sending texts to her friends.

"We should so do something about those braces," said Emily.

"Well they are past being due to come off, but I can't afford it," I said. This was partly true. The last dentist was OK but he had closed down his business to join a vigilante group hunting the possessed. 'I'm sick and tired of being told by some lame whining so-called intellectual what to do' he had said last time I saw him while he had his hands in my mouth. This by the want was in response to the question, 'it's a nice day to day'. 'I'm going to show them what it's like to have them nag and nag and nag about stuff.' he had said before leaving. Anyway, after that I didn't want to go back. I had my bank balance, my  teeth and my life to look after. 

"Well let's get them off." said Emily as she looked in Marc Jacobs. "This would look really nice on you but you need more cleavage to pull it off. Let's get your boobs done as well."

I looked at her with my 'Is WTF an emotion cause I'm feeling it now' expression.

"I heard it takes a couple of weeks to recover," I said.

"Na, Not at all," Emily assured me "a few days at most. Now you mention it, it did take a month to do mine but that was partly because they put them on my back, not my front, first time roun frowny face ☹️. We argued for ages they said I could just walk backward into a room and no one would notice. Alexander was all you fix this or I'm going to sue you, make you go bankrupt buy you out then sue you again for my own money which I just invested into you. He was very good. They talked about trying to use a garden roller to push them around to the front but Alexander made them take the old ones out and put the new ones in and he got them to go up a cup size in way of compensation. Smiley face.😀👍🏽 Thumbs up."

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An hour later Emily had bribed her way to the front of the cosmetic dentist's queue. I was on my back with another dentist waving a pair of pliers in my face.

"arrarar artrrr arrar arrarrr ar arrrr" I had said meaning 'I'm sure the possessed aren't that bad'

'What you think I should hunt them down and kill them...?' the dentist had said.

ieete narrar rye nick nu nud nor u arm" I said (' I think you should talk to them' )

"Killings too good for them? You're right there." said the dentist reminding me why I don't go to dentists anymore.

"Nu nay nar nuth nemmul nike nu" I said ("they are just people like you" )

"I should hunt them dow with my bare hands. You know your right. Shooting is too good for them." the dentist said while snipping away. What is it about dentists and some kind of ferocious hatred of smart people. Why do I always get them or is it me? Am I doing something? Am I sending out a kill the innocent message via subliminal body movement. Perhaps I'm an evil genious at Neuro-linguistic programming and never noticed pushing people into a kill rage. If 

Neuro-linguistic programming did exist you got to admit it's a possible side effect.

"How does that feel?" said the dentist pulling enough metal out of my mouth to build a compact car.

I waved my mouth around.

"How is it?" Asked Emily.

"Wow my mouth feels like it had a nest of robots who had an wild orgey and only just left got a taxi home." I said feeling the freedom.