“Let's stop worrying. Maybe I'll get some money after this”, Jimmy Bill Bob thought. He was thinking about buying a motorbike made of gold; at least gold coloured with a mini mirror – maybe!

“Wait! That looks like a perfect tooth! Why'd you pull it out?!” said Lily. Jimmy Bill Bob was scared.

“Uh, uh. This one still needed to be pulled out. It had bacteria that couldn't be removed, so we HAD to.” Jimmy lied about this – it WAS a beautiful tooth but then again, Lily trusted him – he was the professional!

Confidently, Jimmy Bill Bob continued, “Of course, we still need to pull out the other tooth. That's why you came here.” Jimmy looked carefully in her mouth. He saw a tooth with some food stuck in it so he pulled it out. One by one, she was losing teeth! Then he saw it – the rotten tooth – and quickly yanked it out with no hesitation! “I've pulled out the sore tooth. I'm just going to give the rest a little clean with a toothbrush before you go.” Jimmy really did feel like the boss. “And you'll need three dentures to replace those teeth”, he added. “Take good care of those teeth!”

Jimmy remembered how much dentures cost - $1000! He almost felt like he was riding that motorbike, with the wind in his hair, blowing it around everywhere, and the vroom, vroom of the engine screeching in his ears. “Oh, and we only accept cash payments.”

“What do you mean, no credit cards?” asked Lily.

With satisfaction, Jimmy Bill Bob replied, “No, we only take cash...” and under his breath he murmured, “straight to Wheels of Glory”.