Dr. Hoppenhoffenheimer was buckled over in a city alley next to a trash can. Sweat dripped off his nose onto the asphalt as his hands gripped his knees.
He stared at the asphalt silently cursing himself for neglecting his cardio. “I’ll start next year…” he always thought.
Just then a dark figure appeared at the other end of the alley.
He saw the figure. His eyes grew wide. He picked up a briefcase, clutched it tight, and began to run again.
He ran out the other end of the alley. “Almost there!” He thought.
In his bad shape he could really only keep up a jog. He kept glancing back to see his assailant keeping a distance far enough to stay unnoticed by onlookers but close enough to be a real threat.
The doctor finally saw the door to his office building. It was red with a golden brass handle. When he reached out for the handle and turned it something pushed him in the back and then he felt a burning sensation.
He didn’t realize it yet but he had been shot.
The bullet went clean through and was now inside a small hole in the red door with the golden brass handle.
Dr. Hoppenhoffenheimer stumbled through the office door dripping blood on stained wooden floors.
“Alex! Alex!” The doctor cried out. He coughed up some blood.
His intern Alex ripped out his ear buds and ran to the front of the office from a stack of papers in the back. “Doctor! You’re bleeding! What on earth is going on?!”
“No ti-ime to esc-explain. Take the briefcase my boy. Eh, when you’re in a safe place, open it. See what’s inside. Protect it and share it with the world. It will change everything.”
Alex looked at the briefcase but was severely more concerned with calling for help. The doctor was bleeding profusely. He pulled out his cell phone.
“No! Boy! There is no time! The-they are right behind me and they will kill you too! Take the briefcase and ru-u!”
Dr. Hoppenhoffenheimer didn’t finish his sentence. His eyes rolled up and he breathed his last.
Alex was terrified but adrenaline kicked in and he just grabbed the briefcase and ran.
He remembered that the doctor had once before mentioned that he was on to a profound scientific breakthrough, but he feared he was being watched and followed.
The doctor told him that in case he went missing he had a safe house at a motel nearby on retainer. Alex grabbed a cab and headed straight for the motel.
Once inside the doctor’s motel room Alex took a second to breathe. He looked at the briefcase.
He almost didn’t want to know what was in it. It was going to change his life and apparently “the world’s” as Dr. Hoppenhoffenheimer had said.
Still he took another deep breath and unlatched the case.
His eyes widened when he realized what he was looking at. “The Doctor was right,” he thought. “This will change everything, but who would-“
Just then Alex heard a high-pitched drill going through the door to his room. He had nowhere to go. Then the door kicked in.
It made a loud thud and dust from the past 60 years of cheap motel business ‘poofed’ into the air shrouding the intruder’s shape.
As the dust cleared Alex was shocked to recognize who stood before him.
“Dr. Smith?! You?! My dentist?! What are you doing here?!”
“Yes, it is tragic Alex. All these years I’ve cared for your teeth but unfortunately today I’m here to kill you and I need that briefcase. The world can never have what’s in that briefcase.”
“But of all the people, you as a dentist, why wouldn’t you want the world to have this? Why wouldn’t you want the world to have strong healthy teeth? Why wouldn’t you want them to have Dentitox?!”
“Alex, I always loved how passionate and naïve you are as a person, but son, I work for W. H. O. D.”
“W. H. O. D?”
“ Yes, the World Health Organization of Dentistry. We own stake in Trillions of dollars worth of companies that deal in “white gold.””
“White gold?”
“Yes! White gold! Sugar Alex! Sugar!
You see, we dentists draw in billions each year worldwide by the very fact that all humans are addicted to sugar, and with every gulp and every bite their teeth rot and need fixed. Dentitox would end all that.
Finally, the world would have a one size fits all fix for cavities. It would change the world forever and us dentists would fade away. Everything we’ve built would fall apart instead of your precious little teeth.
So as you can see, I must have that briefcase. No one can know that a product like Dentitox exists. No one can know that they can keep their teeth strong and healthy without their dentist!”
While Dr. Smith was busy blabbing his antagonist’s monologue, Alex had realized that the room lamp was close enough for him to grab.
He didn’t hesitate, he threw it as hard as he could into the evil dentist’s face. It hit the dentist in the mouth and knocked out all of his front teeth.
Alex grabbed the briefcase and ran shoving Dr. Smith to the floor. He made it out the door and narrowly slipped away from Dr. Smith and the evil W. H. O. D.
This time he didn’t know where he was going. He knew he couldn’t go to just anyone. He was now on the run. He knew his life would never be the same, but that he had to get Dentitox out to the masses. The world needed to know they could now have the bright shining strong smile they always wanted.
We haven’t heard from Alex in a while, but it’s not because he’s fictional!
…okay maybe it’s because he is fictional, but Dentitox isn’t!
If you’re interested in a solution to maybe have better teeth that can stand the test of time you should see if Dentitox could work for you here: Dentitox
“What’s in the briefcase?!?!?!”
*This is a fictional story, not based on true events. Nothing in this fictional story is medical or health advice. This is just meant to be a cheeky Affiliate Ad. And no Doctors or Dentists were harmed in the making of Dentitox as far as we know…*
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