Sakura was sitting in a dentist's waiting room. The wallpaper was tacky and the receptionist was ugly, but she had a really bad toothache.
Suddenly, the receptionist spoke up. She had a voice like a dying...thing. "The dentist will see you now. He's located on the 56th floor."
Sakura gulped. She was scared of heights.
One LONG elevator trip later:
The dentist scribbled some important stuff on his clipboard. "All right, Miss Sakura, if you'll just have a seat on this chair here, we can get started."
Sakura hyperventilated, but forced herself to sit on the chair.
The dentist looked at her strangely. "Is something wrong?"
Sakura shivered. "Oh no, it's just that I'm really really scared of heights."
The dentist smiled what he imagined to be a fatherly smile, but it ended up looking like a stalker's leer. "Oh, that's not a problem." He bent down and lowered the chair three inches. "There, is that better?"
Sakura vowed never to try a bag of Uber Rock Hard Crystal Peanut Brittle ever again.