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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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