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Classic one-two punch with these guys. Like I was pretty much already convinced to go get a check up with Dr. Sam grilling me about cavities and flossing and shit. But now with the threat of Colt Cabana punching my teeth down my throat hanging over my head there’s just no way I’m not making a dentist appointment. Don’t need a toothless smile and molars stuck in my esophagus messing up my life right now.