The old, frail Tibetan monk has a horrible toothache, and the infection gave him horrible breath, as well.
The local dentist said it was beyond his abilities, and he should see a dental surgeon int the city. The dentist offered to arrange a ride, but the monk declined, stating his feet were well calloused.
He set off on the long walk to the city.
When he arrived, he became known as the super calloused fragile mystic vexed by halitosis. He refused novacain because he wanted to transcend dental medication.

that is really bad...

I think we need to find out 788's real name and ride him out of town on a rail.

Why the heck do you think I use an alias?