Trash Dentist.

Trash sat in his dark office. The windows were covered with curtains so that the sunlight would not enter the office (in his opinion). Crossing his legs, the man continued to wait for his patient by appointment! Skinny fingers tapped on the table, the watch knocked disgustingly on the dentist's ears in the silence On the man's table lay surgical instruments for treatment or some kind of operation in the oral cavity. The melodious sound of the clock filled the office (figurative expression) Soon, the patient himself entered his office -hah, you're late this time. said Trash, putting on a medical mask

• Well, tell me, what are you complaining about? the dentist's voice was hoarse and rather rough, and he himself couldn't pronounce the letter "r"

I don't know.