>>17134026http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xY1wBUrdRFg"This one's been ingrown. Since you were a kid. It needs to go."
He tugs and tugs with all of might, until he yanks out a pretty big, twisted, ingrown tooth from your mouth, twisting and turning at the oddest of intervals.
"Look kid," he starts as a Noibat swoops down and swipes the ingrown tooth from the Dentist's hands, "love is like a tooth. Take this one for example."
He retrieves a perfectly clean tooth from his petri dish of teeth, "This is a clean tooth. A clean slate, a relationship is like this."
He then takes another. This one is darker, yellower, with spots of black and crystallized sugary clusters of diabetes all over it.
"Then it becomes soiled. Sometimes, people wanna stir the pot. They want candy they don't have. They take too much. They open a chocolate bar that they want before they finish eating the other one. Your diet wants you to have vegetables, but you don't eat vegetables, you eat the chocolate. And that's what happens."
"This teeth, this yellowed abomination. This is the tooth of a heart that can no longer love, because he loved too much, and loved in the wrong places at the wrong times."
"So...What do I do?"
"You love right at the right time, and you stay with that love. If you stir the pot, you're no better than the forbidden ones. Don't you want to stay pure? Don't you want your teeth to stay clean? Don't you want to...catch them all?"
"Well, if I don't catch them all, they'll ban me--So yes!"
"Good. Good. Don't love the wrong things, even though you can't choose it, you should have enough common sense to know right from wrong. You love the people close, you don't love the people far away, it just spells heartbreak."
"Don't love a Rock-type either. They got horns."
"Horns hurt, see."
The dream comes to a close.
