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Darth Vader, D.D.S.
"Do you require additional numbing?" the helmet-filtered voice of the dentist asked.
Boba Fett shook his head. "No, Lord Vader."
"Very good." Vader touched a foot pedal, raising the seat Fett was in to its upright position so the bounty hunter could rise. Once Fett was fully helmeted, Vader handed him a small bag. "This has your receipt, you will pay at the front desk. I have included some pain pills for soreness. You will use them as directed. Post-surgery instructions are included, but I am also going over them now. You will eat nothing for the first twenty-four hours. After that, adhere to a liquid diet for the next week. Do not drink anything through a straw. Do not drink any sodas."
Darth Vader, D.D.S., somehow managed to make Fett feel as if the eyes behind the black helmet were boring directly through it and Fett's own helmet, right into Fett's soul. "Remember that. No soda. No sparkling water. Nothing at all with fizz."
His finger stabbed the air as he made his point. "I want your tooth socket to heal properly. No carbonations."