Jeff, Jeff - this is what you get for reading The Secret.
I feel for Jeff having to resort to shock and awe for his mouth troubles, but I'm a little worried that this kind of response will only breed and encourage more cavity creeps. The soldiers of Crestopolis need their fluoride-body-armor to do their jobs, dammit!
I, however, am not a surrendering defeatist. I was awake during the removal of four wisdom teeth and, not only do I not fear dentists, I dated mine - long enough to get invited to her wedding (big and Indian and Irish, if you're curious) but not long enough not to get invited to her wedding. And note for those of you who find yourself attracted to yours - they will check your charts if you ask them out.
I think this was Michael Bay's student film. Too bad I can't find a decent version of the dogfight episode.