Imagine yourself at the Opera House. The orchestra is warming up in the pit. Trills from the flute can be heard. Every once in awhile, a drum is beat, and the pianist makes runs on the piano. People are finding their seats, and the house lights dim. And thus begins, "The Symphony of the Crown." (You're going to have to really stretch it here, but imagine music, opera singers and a bunch of drama---)
Tooth falls apart. Ouch ouch! Tooth falls apart on the couch on the couch!
Tongue touches tooth, tongue touches tooth. Sore on tongue. Sore on tongue.
Don't eat don't eat don't eat on that side!
Denial Denial! It will be okay!
More bits fall off, oh no! Alas!
Feeling like a hick and feeling like an a$$.
!Go to Dentist! Go to Dentist!
Nervous Stomach Nervous Stomach.
M'lady, your tooth is cracked.
M'lady, your filling is cracked.
M'lady, crack is whack!
CROWN IT CROWN IT CROWN IT CROWN IT!!!
I see SMOKE! I see POWDER! My tongue will not behave.
Slobber Slobber Slobber Slobber.
Will it hurt? Will it hurt? Scraping. Sucking. Picking. Drilling.
How long can I stay this way with my mouth WIDE OPENNNNN?
I can't take much more, I feel myself slipping away. What will I eat for dinner?
DONE! The Fat Lady can sing and eat again!
That will be $550 please.