Dussel, unpacking his case with an air of importance, asked for some eau de cologne, which could be used as a disinfectant,
and vaseline, which would have to do for wax. He looked in Mrs. van D.'s mouth
and found two teeth that made her wince with pain and utter incoherent cries every time he touched them.
After a lengthy examination (lengthy as far as Mrs. van D. was concerned, since it actually took no longer than two minutes),
Dussel began to scrape out a cavity. But Mrs. van D. had no intention of letting him.
She flailed her arms and legs until Dussel finally let go of his probe and it... remained stuck in Mrs. van D.'s tooth.
That really did it! Mrs. van D. lashed out wildly in all directions,
cried (as much as you can with an instrument like that in your mouth), tried to remove it, but only managed to push it in even farther.
Mr. Dussel calmly observed the scene, his hands on his hips, while the rest of the audience roared with laughter.
Of course, that was very mean of us. If it'd been me, I'm sure I would have yelled even louder.
After a great deal of squirming, kicking, screaming and shouting, Mrs. van D. finally managed to yank the thing out,
and Mr. Dussel went on with his work as if nothing had happened.
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