I am Having a Little Problem

With the storm on us, the signals that give me my orders are getting a little fuzzy. Or maybe it is because the #$%^$^&& filling fell out.

It has been in my head for less than a year. I never realized how much under the control of the signals I was, until the filling fell out. But, apparently, the signals gave me a feeling of confidence and contentment with my dentist.

Now those signals are gone.

Maybe I can fill it myself, with some other material (marzipan might be nice), and perhaps can pick up different signals, a whole regime change in The Head of Dear Leader! Perhaps they will have more luck keeping the Inner Milhous at bay. Recently, it has been very hard.

Just the other day, when Checkers, I mean, Amalia, woke me up, I bolted upright, raised my two hands with "v's" for "victory," shook my jowls and bellowed "I am not a crook." Since it was five thirty in the morning, the rest of the family was a little alarmed.

So, if I lock onto a new control frequency, perhaps I can keep these incidents down.

Naw. I will give myself a haircut (and, if you ignore the fact that it is uneven, it is pretty good), but I will not perform dental work on myself. Not even after a generous dose of anesthesia (I prefer this kind from London that comes in a pale blue bottle, with a good splash of vermouth). So this means that I need to sandwich a dentist appointment in with everything else.

The little twit better not charge me anything for it, either.