Anybodys burst through the doors of Orin Scrivello DDS's dental office and was immediately met with screams that sounded... almost euphoric?... Turned on?!... ...What?... Is this what normally goes on in dentist's offices?... Rich people're so weird... But I ain't lettin' whoever that is's good time stop me from takin' away Orin's ability to give my girl a bad one, he can cry into his caviar for all I care. He followed the man's excited cries about a candy bar that was probably metaphorical to the first room on the right side of the hallway adjoining the waiting room and slammed open the door to see that stupid fucker who dared to hurt Audrey leaning over him and shoving some kind of weird tool like the one he had dragged across Audrey's arm into his mouth. To Anybodys' immense satisfaction, a definite fearful expression briefly crossed Orin's heavily caved in face before he mostly managed to get that idiotic bad boy persona of his back on. He almost immediately dropped it again as the man tugged at his collar before slowly but surely migrating downwards.

"Come oooon! Keep it coming! It's my turn, not his! Gimme that candy ba-" His hand briefly reached what had for some reason been its intended destination, getting a grip on the zipper of Orin's leather pants, before he jerked away from him, leaving the zipper in his hands and part of his boxers exposed. Anybodys laughed almost as hard as he had at the end of their previous unfortunately cut short fight as Orin tried and failed to restore his pants to their previous functionality for a moment before giving up and shoving the back of the man's chair backwards, unceremoniously dumping him onto the floor. "Get out!" The man looked up at him with offended puppy dog eyes for a moment before standing up with a surprising degree of dignity. "But it's my turn! I've been here since the crack of dawn and haven't seen him in the waiting room ON-" "Get out!" This time it had been Anybodys who had said it. He locked eyes with Orin, who appeared to also be coming to the realization that they had somehow ended up with a common goal, before shrugging and shoving the man into the hallway and starting to back him towards the front door.

Orin quickly joined him, making a sad attempt to be as intimidating as him or intimidating at all while not even being in front of the man. "Go on! Get out of here! Right this way." Annoyingly and with a righteousness that he very much had not earned, the man paused at the doorway. "I'm gonna tell each and every one of my friends about you, and they're gonna hear about-" His coherent speech turned into a weirdly sexual moan/yelp of pain as Anybodys slammed the door into him before turning back around to face Orin. "...Any last words, Scrivello?" Orin's eyes widened as he pulled the gun he had acquired out of his pocket. "...Look, I don't want any tro-" His words were slowly drowned out by ringing in Anybodys' ears as the sight of the gun held out in front of him brought him right back to Chino holding out his gun like that and shooting Tony. The way he had just gone limp in his girl's arms... his strength gone... still reaching out for the cause of his last breath as he took it... They almost felt more real, more overwhelming than they had been at the time when they were backed up by the object that had taken on a secondary role in orchestrating his death... the gun... which was no longer in his hand. Orin had gotten it away from him somehow!

"Now... where were we? Oh, that's right, I had you wiggling and giggling on the ground like a girl!" He grabbed his arm and started dragging him towards the hallway, maintaining his grip on him despite his still very much dazed struggling. "A chair should be an improvement for you, isn't that right... Anton-Andrew-Andre?" Orin let out a gleeful cackle as he shoved Anybodys into the chair that had previously been occupied by his customer. "Eh, doesn't matter what your name is, you'll clobber just the same!" Anybodys struggled against him as he forced his mouth open, tensing up and protecting the one shred of dignity he still had left by using all of his willpower to not scream as he shoved that weird tool into the roof of his mouth. "You know... you wouldn't be bleeding if you'd been flossing!" Orin laughed hysterically at his own joke for a moment before dragging the tool through his mouth and dangerously close to his throat, causing him to see double and cough from his own blood, before turning and walking away from him, leaving the tool stuck in its current position. "I'm gonna get some gas for this, make it extra special. It'll be for me this time. Don't drown before I get back!"

Anybodys shakily attempted to take the tool in his hand, missing it once before finally getting a grip on it, and ripped it out, sending even greater waves of pain through him that were now accompanied by those wishes for death that he hadn't had for a while until now. After a long moment, he managed to refocus his vision, noticing that one of the blurry shapes on the table beside the chair was the gun and that Orin must really not be intimidated by him anymore if he left it there. Anybodys forced himself to grab it and aimed it at what was probably Orin's chest, managing to pull the trigger this time. "SON OF A BITCH!" The sadistic dentist collapsed, some weird contraption on his back and his hands wrapped around his ankle. Couldn't even... aim properly... Anybodys managed to stand up for approximately one second before collapsing. Right before his awareness of reality left him, he heard the gun go off again.

Pain. So much pain. And all of his dignity and virility scattered to the winds. And a longing for that gas of the dentist's to remove his awareness of all of that. Hopefully forever. Anybodys managed to lift his head and saw what he realized after a few seconds were Orin's brains against the wall. God fucking... couldn't even kill him n' save Audrey on purpose, had to be some kinda stupid freak accident, of course. He managed to stand up without immediately collapsing this time and dragged himself over to him, attempting to make sense of his strange contraption that apparently held the gas that he so desperately wanted through his blurry vision before giving up and fumbling it onto his torso. His subsequent messing around with the switches on the back was eventually productive, and he found himself wondering why he had ever thought this situation was anything other than hilarious. The guy who was beatin' up on my girl puttin' me in my place like one? The sorry state of my mouth? The signs of him bein' a lil' too excited about messin' with me pokin' through his boxers? Damn, all this shit's funny as hell!

Through his laughter and remaining but reduced pain, Anybodys managed to grab Orin's arm and start dragging him to the front door. His journey back to the shop, though punctuated by many breaks to laugh at such hysterical things as a pigeon and a bag of trash that had been left on the road, eventually concluded, and he dumped the chump's body at Everybodys'... feet? No, that wasn't right, plants don't have feet! Said plant curled its lip into its characteristic grin. "Chop it up." Anybodys swayed back and forth for a few seconds before he managed to comprehend the fact that a plant was trying to order him around. "...You can't... HAHAHAHAHA... tell me what to do... HAHAHAHAHAHA... Wait'll I turn this gas off..." He groped the switch that had delivered this heavenly treatment for the curse of coherent thought to him for a moment before hearing an ominous but still very funny whooshing sound and feeling the knob in his hand, disconnected from the contraption. "Uh-oh." A tightening feeling in his lungs sent him to his knees, then partially onto Orin, almost like he was his pillow, funnily enough.

"...Still can't... HAHAHAHAHA... tell me what to do, now can ya!... HAHAHAhahahaha..." Anybodys heard Everybodys sigh exasperatedly, then felt his vines wrapping around him and the glorious yet apparently deadly contraption... although maybe those two qualities weren't as in opposition to each other as they seemed? Despite this very wise revelation of his, the plant lifted it off of him, and the extremely unwelcome horrors of reality that he had been attempting to and succeeding in escaping gradually settled back upon him. "Chop it up." Ain't no way in hell am I givin' my last shred of manliness to a krupin' vegetable! Anybodys attempted to stand up and immediately slumped back onto Orin, which Everybodys found to be hilarious for some stupid reason. His second attempt was successful, and he managed to drag the fucker into the plant's stupid mouth, which muffled its laughter. "Chop it up yerself." He stumbled towards and through the door to his room, taking the hopefully not irrevocably broken contraption with him and ignoring Everybodys' final jab of "Seems to me like you're too weak to do it yourself, is that right?"... At least Audrey was safe now...