| the mini-play I wrote in my english class a billion years ago:
It's a romance between 2 college students. There's a guy dressed in a giant tooth costume that stands in the background quietly during their entire flirtation (which consists of cheezy pick up lines). They then decide to go find an elevator and have an "exciting sexual experience" (this was a reference to someone's short story of the week before, which was about doing "it" in an elevator in the Chem building). Mr. Tooth then walks downstage and says his only line:
"Brush your teeth after every meal"
(pretty surrealistic, I know, but it WAS the '70's, after all) | 
