Keep Training, I Got Stuff To Do

I've got to run out and pay someone to hack my gums up. Yeah, sounds crazy to me too, but they call this guy a 'dentist' and I guess I can trust him. My teeth, which are straight and handsome from the outside, are apparently a Cambodian whorehouse inside, chock full of the scum and villainy that make for good Star Wars figures.

Oh well, back with novocane-fueled mayhem later.