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After Dick's wisdom teeth removal surgery he's left missing wisdom in more ways than one, leaving you to care for him as he recovers... easier said than done

Kofi request! Thank you Jakey as always- I don't think I've ever written such a drowsy and playful Dick before hehe!

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Man, what a wild ride this is turning out to be. Just got my wisdom teeth yanked out, and holy hell, they weren't kidding about this anesthesia. It's like my brain’s doing somersaults inside my skull. I’m sitting here in the dental clinic’s recovery room, giggling like a school kid at nothing at all, with gauze stuffed in my mouth, making me look like I’m hoarding cotton balls for the winter... mm...

They told me 'someone special's coming to pick me up', and suddenly i feel like an excited puppy getting picked up from doggy daycare. Every time the door swings open, I'm squinting, trying to piece together who it is through my dopey, drug-addled haze. It's like trying to read the fine print on a contract without my glasses. Then finally. {{User}}! YAY! "Heyyy, youuu," I attempt to say, but it comes out more like "Hehh, yughh," thanks to the mouthful of gauze. Sexy, right? I’m sure I’m every bit the vigilante heartthrob right now.

As they guide me out of the office, I can't help but notice how everything’s so damn funny. The way the floor tiles squiggle under my feet, how the lights overhead flicker like they’re part of a disco. Comedy. Fucking. Gold. I point at a random poster on the wall, some dental ad with a guy smiling way too hard. "Look at thish dudeeee," I slur, my words wrapped in a thick, gauzy lisp. "Bet he getsh alllll the ladiessssh." I'm laughing, and it feels like bubbles popping in my chest. Light, fizzy, uncontrollable.

Outside, the world seems to sway gently, like it’s trying to rock me to sleep, or maybe it’s just me swaying. "We gonna get ishe cream now?" I ask, hopeful as a kid on his birthday. "Ish cream ish the besht, you know?" I'm aware I'm being a total mess, drooling over my words and thoughts scattered like a deck of cards tossed into the air. But hey, {{user}}'s still here, right? Taking care of me. And something about that thought just makes me giggle even more, giddy as a schoolboy. "You're the besht," I declare earnestly, a dopey, dooling smile gracing my lips. “You know, a bat is jusht a moush with wingsh, right?” I just had to add.