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Counting Teeth
My jaw is not hurting so much.
I believe the microchips were
knocked out along with my teeth.
The staff watched me closely so
I couldn't take out my own teeth:
so I picked a fight with the biggest
son-of-a-bitch in this place and
let him sock me. I could take a
punch and it's a good thing he hits
like a brick wall. I counted every
tooth to make sure they were
all accounted for. I feel a
little woozy, but relieved. I'm
free of interference, but will
have to go and have dental
surgery. I know they will
implant new microchips. Still,
I can enjoy a little
privacy until then. I'll fight
the son-of-a-bitch again
to prove I am still the man.
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