The Ulcer Twins

    "Dr. Schmittle, the Ulcer twins are here for their appointments!"

    Oh no. . . not the Ulcer twins. . .

    "Hi Doctor Schmittle!" Eric blurted loudly as he flopped into the dentist chair. Leeroy joined the room with his brother despite Dr. Schmittle's repeated preference for one patient to remain in the room at a time.

    Oh well, maybe it would go faster if they were in closer proximity.

    Dr. Schmittle worked his way through Eric's teeth, picking out Milk Dud and Jolly Rancher pieces stuck between every nook, as the boy gargled on about something that was rendered slightly more intelligible by the doctor's interference.

    Leeroy spoke at length about fireworks and soda between blowing obnoxious bubbles behind the doctor, making it even harder to concentrate. Not that the boys would care about the job he did anyway. Dr. Schmittle quickly sent Eric along when he was finished and was eager to get Leeroy done with. Eric popped some Warheads into his mouth and continued his story whilst salivating down his chin, onto his shirt and the floor.

    When Leeroy was finished, Dr. Schmittle bid the two farewell, and once their mother finished her conversation with the attendant, Renee, they all left cackling boisterously, and could be heard asking their mother about Slurpees on the way home. Dr. Schmittle and Renee exchanged glances, then he shook his head and retired to his office to clear his head.