The Last Secret Baby Tooth! Part 9.

THE HSR IS WAGGING ITS FINGER, SHAKING ITS HIPS, TWITCHING IT LEG, AND PATTING ITS FOOT, TRYING TO GET YOU TO ACT RIGHT, SO YOU STOP EATING THOSE BIG BOAT ICE CREAM BANANA SPLIT SUNDAES, WITH SIX SCOOPS OF ICE CREAM, TWO BANANAS, MUCH HOT CHOCOLATE,

AND ALL THE OTHER SPACES FILLED IN WITH CHERRIES, STRAWBERRIES, AND COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF WHIPPED CREAM, and, quite frankly, because, your “today is a perfect day for me to try out my new box kite” smile, is about to chow down two-and-a-half days worth of wonderful, comforting, and delicious calories!

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“When you point your finger at someone…three of them are pointing back at you!”

Quick background: nothing seems to go as planned for the dentist. All he is supposed to do is crush the last baby tooth in a mortar while immersed in the lights of three rare suns. That’s it! But he’s not out of plans yet! More surprises and uncertainties are guaranteed to make his quest extremely difficult!

The dentist takes a deep breath and is thankful that he has made it this far unhurt, but in serious need of rest and a strong desire to just go back home.    

He is convinced that this is no dream because there is too much pain, blood, and suffering around every turn he makes.

Standing on a dangerous ledge at the top of the mountain that he would love to quickly forget, he surveys the high altitude and jagged geography, and sees in the sky the two suns and the moon reflecting the precious rays from the third sun that are so important to his mission.

“I have the baby tooth, my sword, the mortar and pestle, and the shiny spear tips right here! Maybe I should just do it right now” he thinks.

He first places both of his arms firmly into the backpack-like harness that holds the four spears he recovered, courtesy of the caveman-looking creatures that tried to spear him just earlier.

The dentist asks himself, “I wonder what happened to those cavemen. Did they fall or were they pushed off this ugly piece of gigantic rock? They did shout like they were personally meeting death itself!”

He sneers and kicks a stone over the side and watches it bounce down the side until it disappears into the uninviting darkness down below.

Out of the side of his eye, he catches a glimpse of a shadow of something possibly flying quickly above him.

Before he could even make a move, the creature from above grabs him by the back of his spear harness, lifts him away from the mountain, and is flying him off in a direction away from the evil-looking, approaching darkness.

“What the heck is this”, I curse, “I can’t even stand on a mountain top in peace!”

He still has all of his precious cargo, including the spears that he will surely need in the near, or even the very-near future.

The dentist looks up and sees that this bird looks prehistoric, and is flying like it knows where it is going.

I wipe my brow with one arm, ”I’m just glad that this bird didn’t impale me with its foot claws!”

I look around and down and up to see what it’s like to fly high in a plane…without the plane!

Far off to the right, two large birds of the same kind, catch up to us and and fly close, as if in a defensive avial formation.

Extremely loud booming explosions, with much crackling and sizzling happens behind us…I turn around to look…it is the mountain that I was just on! There’s more enlarging fire that I can feel from here, and more explosions, and, as the big, bad rock starts crumbling down onto itself, I sign a Hail Mary…saved again!

As we navigate through the windy air and through some clouds, I care more about what will happen than what just happened.

We, the three birds and I, are getting closer to a black mountain topped with white snow and many waterfalls gracing its side. I don’t know what to think of it. But I know it is definitely better than the now-evaporated place I just left.

Even if I did complete my task back there, would I still have perished with the rest of that mountain along with its other inhabitants?

The things that helped me to survive—the snake, the mermaid, and now these birds that I’m sailing with—they all seem to be on my side, but where are they from, and how and why did they get here.

I am responsible for dragging myself into this mess by disobeying a strange woman that warned me not to search for the lost baby tooth. But did I drag the other things—or people—into it, too? And, did that Mr. Cloud ball of hot gas really want to get rid of me after my sealing of the deal with the pulverization of “the Last Secret Baby Tooth!”

Before I could drift off into more mixed-up thoughts, I see above at a distance to the right, a flock of six, dagger-beaked Black Hawks, curled tight, and fast flying, and about to dive down on us…

“In two seconds they are going to make contact with us, Man!” I sigh.

All of a sudden, one of the huge, slow-flapping beasts, breaks its rhythm, nimbly turns its body midflight so its front, beak, and foot claws face the oncoming birds, and intercepts four of them, trapping one with its beak, then one in each of its two foot claws, and the fourth one fatally penetrates deep into the belly of the big bird with its dagger beak, body and all.

That humongous bird, which seemingly gave its life to protect us, is now too wounded to go on, and starts to fall and spin a long way down from the sky with the other caught birds into an eerie and forbidding black space.                                     

The other two killer birds that passed by without contacting us, fly away further down, climb up again high in the air, and then plot to dive bomb us again.

My sword starts to get warm in my grasp, and that only means one thing!...

As the angry, dive-bombing birds rocket down toward us at supersonic speed again, I…

TO BE CONTINUED…

May you have many…have you shown people your InfiniSmile today!...even though you may come into a room that is dark, walk with a light about you!...how ironic it is that, even though it has been proven that water is more prevalent in interstellar space than first thought, here, on Earth, there are some severely drought-stricken large communities where water does not come out when you turn the tap on…smiles!

The Dental Dozens…Or…Your Mama’s Teeth So Big That…! Part 1.

Okay…So, while you are impatiently waiting for the meat and fish stew to boil, so you can heartily chow down in a fashion that would make “Hungry Man” proud, your “pass the butter and pass the peas, but not the pepper, or else I’ll sneeze” smile, WATCHES THE BIG SCREEN TV AND SEES THE HSR WALKING HOME ON A DARK STREET, AND WHEN HE PASSES BY A HUNGRY-LOOKING CHILD WITH BIG EYES AND A SMILE THAT’S NOT THAT HAPPY, HE STOPS AND TAKES A DOLLAR OUT OF HIS POCKET AND VERY CHARITABLY PUTS IT IN THE HAND OF THE LITTLE GIRL,  WHO SAYS, “THANK YOU, MISTER!” THEN, SHE SNAPS HER FINGER, AND EIGHT BIG AND BEEFY BURLY GUYS, ALL OF THEM WITH CROOKED NOSES AND AT LEAST ONE TOOTH MISSING, GATHER IN A CIRCLE AROUND THE HSR IN AN INTIMIDATING FASHION, AND THE LITTLE GIRL, WHO JUST MAY BE THE RING LEADER, SAYS “THANKS FOR THE DOLLAR MISTER, BUT I’VE NEVER SEEN YOU ON THIS STREET BEFORE, AND BECAUSE OF THAT, YOU’LL NEED A PASS,” AND THE HSR SAYS BACK, “A PASS…HOW DO I GET A PASS?, AND THE SMALL LEADER SNAPS BACK, “WE JUST DON’T BE GIVIN’ AWAY NO PASSES…YOU’VE GOT TO ANSWER THE QUESTION RIGHT OR…ELSE!” AND SHE PUTS HER HANDS AROUND HER NECK AS IF CHOKING HERSELF…AND THE HSR TAKES A DEEP BREATH, AND STRAIGHTENS UP HIS TIE, AND SAYS, “OKAY, SHOOT…WAIT, I DON’T MEAN SHOOT, BUT GO AHEAD, ASK ME THE QUESTION!” AND ONE OF THE BIG GUYS WHO MUST BE ALMOST SEVEN FEET TALL AND FOUR HUNDRED POUNDS, STEPS UP CLOSE TO THE FACE OF THE HSR, SMILES A LITTLE AND CHUCKLES A SNEER, AND ASKS, “WHO IS “TOO SHORT"—A PERSON WHO CAN’T REACH HIGH, OR AN OLD SCHOOL RAPPER?” AND IN A VERY CALM AND COOL WAY, I REACH INTO MY JACKET POCKET, WHICH PROMPTS ALL OF THE OTHER GUYS, AND THE LITTLE GIRL TO QUICKLY REACH INTO THEIR POCKETS, WHICH MAKES ME BLURT OUT, “WAWA…WAIT A SEC, IT’S JUST A BREATH SPRAY!” SO I SLOWLY TAKE OUT THE SPRAY AND GIVE MYSELF TWO PUMPS OF IT INTO MY MOUTH, AND THEN GIVE THE BREATH SPRAY TO THE GUY IN FRONT OF ME AND I SAY, “HERE, SIR, COMPLIMENTS OF THE HOUSE!” AND HE GLOWS, “THANKS, MAN. I CAN USE THIS…BUT STILL…ANSWER THE QUESTION!” AND I THINK BACK TO MY OLD COLLEGE DAYS, AND AUTOMATICALLY REMEMBER, AND I ANSWER, “TOO SHORT’S A RAPPER, AND HE AIN’T NO MIDGET!” WHICH MAKES A COUPLE OF THEM LAUGH A LITTLE, SO FEELING EMBOLDENED SOMEWHAT, THE HSR ASKS, “MAY I HAVE MY PASS NOW,” AND REACHES OUT HIS HAND AS IF HE IS GOING TO RECEIVE A PIECE OF PAPER OR SOMETHING, BUT THE LITTLE GIRL SAYS, “YOU PRETTY FUNNY, MISTER AND I KINDA LIKE YOU, BUT NOW YOU GOTTA ANSWER THE “BONUS QUESTION,” AND THEN WE’LL LET YOU GO!”... SO SHE TURNS AND SAYS, “SHIPWRECK…GIVE THIS GUY A HARD ONE!” AND THE HSR TURNS AND SEES THIS GUY WALK UP CLOSE TO HIM THEN SMILES AT THE HSR, SHOWING A TOTAL ABSENCE OF TEETH, AND ASKS THE HSR…dang, somebody just sat on the remote and cut off the TV…hold on for a minute while I get it back on!

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“If Man keeps getting technologically smarter, his head will get bigger, and if robots keep doing all of the work, our bodies will evolve smaller, and then, the Homo sapien race really will look like the aliens that we used to draw!”

It’s Saturday night and a bunch of junior high and high school students in that state north of Iowa, gather in a barn on a nearby farm house to have a fresh round of trash talking to each other, followed by a rave.

This guy named Biggie Bigs—probably named that because he is so big—stands on a big mound of hay and shouts…

…“Welcome yawl to the Saturday night fights…

…“we won’t be spillin’ blood…

…“but you gotta make the competition bleed…

…“with embarrassment!...

“So we’re going to split up into two teams…

“The Panthers on one side, and…

… “the Cobras on the other!

“And my five best cheerleaders will be the judges!

“I’ma paint the scene, then you guys gotta come back with something mad funny!

 “Amy, you and Rick are up first…

“Okay here’s the first one….

“Your momma’s teeth so crooked…”

“I'm scared straight!” said Amy.

And the crowd goes wild!

“We starting off sick!,” says Biggie Bigs.

“Okay Rick, we smellin’ some blood!

“Here we go…

“Your momma’s teeth so buck…

“They stuck my eye!” retorts Rick, and again the crowd goes wild!

Chris and Amy shake hands, and walk off.

The crowd slowly settles down, waiting for the next two challengers…

Bigs shouts out “Fife and Smack…you up!

“Those two almost broke out into fisticuffs last time! That’s why the crowd's overflowing this time!” Biggie Bigs thinks to himself.

“Okay, we just getting started!

“Here it is!...

“Your momma’s mouth’s so big that…

Fife jumps into the open area, lands in a sick stance and shoots back: "..."

TO BE CONTINUED…

May you have many…every time the birds fly and look down on us, they laugh at us because we can't fly, I'll bet!...I'm trying to stay away from extra sugars, but last night, that ice cream and cake was delicious!...which is a better time to party: Friday night or Saturday night?…smiles!
































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Check Your Bad Breath Status With The New iPhone App called “HalloBreath!”

This preface is a continuation of the preface last seen on the “Robot Dentist “Goes Haywire,” blog post, AND MAYBE WE’LL LET THIS BE THE PREVAILING THREAD THEME,  ACCOMPANYING ANYTHING THAT HAS TO WITH “COMPUTERS AND APPS IN DENTISTRY”  AND WE’LL CONTINUE WHERE WE LEFT OFF, AND THAT IS WHERE THE HSR GOES MARKET SHOPPING, AND, SO, NOW HE’S IN THE STORE, AND, HE HAS A COUPLE OF STRANGE ITEMS IN HIS BASKET (LIKE EINSTEIN’S BEST BOSON ICE CREAM, RELATIVITY SPEAKING), THEN HE TURNS THE CORNER FROM THE FRONT OF THE STORE , AND INTO THE AISLE THAT CONTAINS THE SUGAR, AND SINCE THE SUGAR IS AT THE FAR END OF THE ROW, HE TAKES A DEEP BREATH, SO HE CAN CYBER MEDITATE WHILE WALKING, WHICH WILL ALLOW HIM TO BE HARMONIOUSLY AT ONE WITH ALL OF THE GROCERIES HE PASSES BY ON THE SHELVES, AND MAYBE EVEN BUY SOME OF THEM, BUT ABOUT HALF WAY DOWN, A LADY BUMPS INTO HIS ARM, AND WITHOUT HIM KNOWING IT, SHE RUBS JUST A DAB OF CRYSTALLIZED SILICON DUST ON HIS ARM’S SKIN, AND SINCE THE SUBSTRATE IS 100% DOWNLOADABLY PURE, THE EFFECT IS FELT BY THE HSR WITHIN SECONDS, AND IT MAKES HIM IMMEDIATELY VULNERABLE TO ANY AND ALL SUGGESTIONS GIVEN TO HIM BY THIS UNKNOWN LADY, SO THE LADY, SENSING THAT THE TIME IS RIGHT, AND THAT NO ONE AND NO CAMERA IS WATCHING, REACHES FOR A BOTTLE OF STRAWBERRY SYRUP AND ROTATES THE BOTTLE A QUARTER TURN, WHICH OPENS UP A SECRET SPACE BETWEEN THE SHELVES, AND NOW SHE GRABS THE HSR BY THE ARM AND COMMANDS HIM TO “FOLLOW ME, NOW,” AND THE HSR OBEDIENTLY DOES SO , BUT BEFORE DISAPPEARING INTO THE SECRET SPACE WITH THE WOMAN, HE GRABS A COUPLE OF PACKS OF BROWN SUGAR WITHOUT HER NOTICING, AND THIS BROWN SUGAR HAS GREAT PHYSICAL AND RECUPERATIVE POWERS, SHOULD THE HSR EVER NEED THEM LATER, AND HE JUST MIGHT IN THIS SCENARIO, SO THEY BOTH ARE NOW IN THE SPACE, AND SHE TELLS HIM TO “JUMP DOWN,” HOWEVER, THEY DO NOT LAND ON THE NEXT STEP, THEY JUST SEEM TO FLOAT DOWN INTO AN EERY OUTER SPACE-LIKE ENVIRONMENT, AS THE STORE’S SHELVES CLOSE BEHIND THEM, AND…knock, knock…who’s there?...you spec!...you spec who?...you spec me to believe all that…well, it’s better than just staring out of the window at the magnificently morphing clouds, oh, and by the way, your “go ahead and walk into that dark and scary forest…and see what you’re really made of…or not!”  smile’s email just notified me that the blackberry cobbler’s ready!...I’ll get the quadruple vanilla ice cream, but not from the same store as above!

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“Can someone’s whole soul ever be totally translated into computer code?”

Have you ever wanted to quickly say “Goodbye” to someone with onion-and-garlic-or-worse breath who comes thisclose to your face and breathes out a no-oxygen-available “Haalloow” your way?

Well, you might not be able to control the breath of others in your social and close personal space environs, but you can now guarantee that your breath won’t be offending to the people that you closely encounter daily.

Be assured to know that Dr. Ciji Enamelot is in the process of developing the ultimate warning system that is as close to you as your own personal cell phone…

…and can immediately appraise you of any need to “freshen up” your breath so you don’t have to worry about any encounters of the close kind…

To be soon available in the App Store, the “HalloBreath” checking system consists of just a small diagnostic cube attached to a wire which plugs into your phone’s charging port.

The cube is to be placed in your open mouth and is breathed upon after accessing and activating the app.

Within seconds, any malodors, especially VSCs (Volatile Sulfur Compounds) from the tongue area, where 90% of the breath problems originate, will be tested for intensity…

…and if the scales start to tip too far in the fetor oris direction, a discreet light will flash on the phone’s screen…

…and the greater the "smell" intensity, the brighter and faster the light will blink…

So that means a solid, non-blinking bright light coming off of your phone means that you should refrain from talking…

...and probably cover your mouth or back away from people...

…and maybe even stop exhaling!…

…because the Dental Haz-Mat team might have to be dispatched for an emergency "defunkerization spray-down of your mouth-cave!"

You don’t want people running away from you like you’re Godzilla, now do you?...

And consider buying a “HalloBreath” for a friend!…

…Because there’s nothing like putting your arms around people you like…

…and closely breathing out and saying to their faces, with worry-free breath...

...a big, caring, and confident…

…“Haaallooww, there!”

May you have many…sunrises are great, but I'd rather sensually witness a 4D beautiful sunset over some serene seas or some ultramajestic mountains!...what makes healthy DNA so smart?...hey, people, with our atmosphere gaining in airborne pollution, we better be careful not to give Mother Earth "asthma!"…smiles!

I Love My New Smile and My New Bikini! Now Guys Are Following Me All Over The Beach! Part 4.

Your “I’m beginning to like your stories more than some of the movies out there, HSR, ya know, what with all of the convoluted twists and hairpin turns of the plots!” smile, says WE ARE CONTINUING WHERE WE LEFT OFF ON THE GREAT SMILE AND BIKINI SAGA, AND THAT IS WHERE THE NON-EYE-PATCH-WEARING SAILOR HSR IS BEING OFFERED, OR MORE LIKE COMMANDED, TO TELL SOME APPRAISER WHERE THE SKELETON OF THE SHIP, THE SIN NOMBRE, IS LOCATED, BECAUSE IT WAS LARGER, AND IT WAS ALSO WAS PAINTED BLACK LIKE THE LONELY STARRY NIGHTS AT SEA, AND CARRIED THE MOST IMPORTANT CARGO THAT THE NINA, PINTA, AND SANTA MARIA WEREN’T ALLOWED TO CARRY, BECAUSE THEY WOULD HAVE FOR SURE BEEN PIRATED, AND THE CONTENTS OF THE SIN NOMBRE WERE ABSOLUTELY MIND-BOGGLING: WE’RE TALKING HUMONGUS SEVEN FOOT SOLID GOLD STATUES, HORDES AND HORDES OF NONDEGRADED, GLISTERING OLD COLONIAL ERA GOLD COINS ABOUT FIVE INCHES IN DIAMETER,  EACH WITH DIFFERENT OLD-WORLD DERCORATIVE RELIEF PICTURES, ALSO, EXTREMELY LARGE SEA PEARLS, THE LIKES AND DEMENSIONS OF WHICH ARE UNHEARD OF, AND, NOW THAT THE HSR THINKS ABOUT IT, THE OCTOPUS LORDING OVER ALL OF THIS LOOT BACK THERE HAD IN ONE OF ITS ARMS, A KING’S PURE GOLD WALKING CANE THAT WAS SATURATED WITH SOME FABLED SUPER DIAMONDS, AND IT HAD RARE RUBIES AND AMYTHYST STONES AS LARGE AS A PERSON’S THUMB ARTISTICALLY EMBEDDED INTO THE SIDES OF THE CANE, AND ALL OF THIS WAS JUST A SMALL PORTION OF THE TOTAL CONTENTS OF THE VESSEL, SO THE HSR SAYS TO THE APPRAISER THAT HE WILL “TRY TO REMEMBER” WHERE HE FOUND THE GOLD COIN, AND GET BACK TO HIM TO TELL HIM, AND THAT HE DOESN’T WANT TO TAKE THE 3 MILLION DOLLARS IN THE CASE IN FRONT OF HIM NOW, BECAUSE THE STREETS ARE TOO DANGEROUS TO WALK AROUND WITH THAT KIND OF MONEY, SO HE SAYS THAT HE WILL BE BACK IN 3 DAYS, AND EXCUSES HIMSELF TO LEAVE, AND HE EXITS THE TALL GLASS BUILDING, WHERE HE SEES A TROPICAL SPORTS BAR, WHICH SEEMS LIKE A NICE PLACE TO STOP BY RIGHT NOW, SO HE GOES IN, SITS AT THE BAR, AND ORDERS A TALL GLASS OF ORANGE JUICE WITH HEAVY PULP AND TWO CHERRIES ON TOP, HIS FAVORITE, AND TAKES A LONG SWIG, AND TRIES TO FIGURE OUT HIS NEXT MOVE, HOWEVER, THE HSR NOTICES A BIG BURLY GUY IN A SUIT WALK INTO THE BAR, AND HE ALSO TAKES A SEAT, AND STARES AT THE HSR’S EVERY MOVE, LEADING THE HSR TO PLAN TO USE A TRICK UP HIS SLEEVE, AND THAT SINCE THE HSR IS MAJORITY-PART PLASMA/GASEOUS SILICON IN NATURE, HE IS WHAT BIOPHYSICISTS CALL HOMO HOLOGRAPHICUS, AND THIS ALLOWS THE HSR TO…SORRY…I’M OUT OF BREATH!...I’LL CONTINUE NEXT TIME!

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“At times, what is not said, may have more impact than what is said!” 

Sandy, the tall and darling young man I just met, who caught my attention by hiding under some sand, to the point where I thought he was buried alive, is now being carted off somewhere by three beefy security-looking guys. And they don’t look like the police!

Did he play a trick on them or somebody else?

Just before all of this happened, he told me to retrieve a briefcase for him, the contents of which, he did not say.

Sandy is in a quite enviable position, if what he says is true, that the biotech firm he founded is being brought out by Europa Pharma for three of those pretty little billion ones!

I’m into the bioenergetics medicine field, and I know that if you can get 3 billion of the world’s population to, say, pay $50 a year for any needed pharmaceutical, you’ve earned 150 billion in 365 days, enough to make any capitalist worth his or her salt, almost fall out of their customized $20,000 executive chair!

So, I know there are some very high-stakes shenanigans happening right now!

If I want Sandy to live, and I think he should, I must get that attaché case, because it may be the only bargaining chip keeping him alive…so I must go to the Sunset Sea Cliffs Grande Hotel Penthouse Suite and put in the security code 6886 that Sandy told me, and get the suitcase and disappear…now!

So, I continue my nonchalant walk on the beach away from that chaos that just happened and toward my car.

  

This whole walk on the beach started off as just a way of sampling the sweet sea coast, but I guess got a little more attention than I bargained for, by wearing the smallest and prettiest two-piece ‘kini I could find, topped off with the brand-spanking new dental veneers all across the face, to bequeath me a real, stand-up-and-take-notice, show-quality smile...thanks to Dr. Pearladont!

But, I don’t think that showing who I am is ever the wrong thing to do!

If I could see Mr. Nana again, the other gentleman I met, I would ask him if we all get what we really deserve in the end…

…I’m just about to where my car is, and I turn and I look to the sea’s horizon, and ask the Nana question again, “What must be?”

No new answers come popping out right now, but I know that someone needs help…right now…and that two sailboats way out there on the sea are hypnotically streaming across the waters as if that’s the most important thing in the world for them to do at this moment!

I get my keys out and press the unlock button on the bob, and I’m about to open the door, when the guy on the beach with the binoculars, surprisingly walks up to me and puts his hand on my door and asks, “Do you know that guy back there? Did he tell you anything?...”

I immediately tell him, “Sure, he wanted to get my number so we could go out, but I told him that I could see that he has many girlfriends from the look in his eyes, and told him no!”

The guy in the dark suit mulled over what I just said a little, and said,  “Well, thank you, Miss.”

So, I climb into my BMW i8…

…But I tell myself that I must ditch this car, and drive some thing less conspicuous for now…

So, I get out of the parking lot, and drive a little, and see in my rear view mirror a big black SUV following me…probably the same guy…

…then I make a right, then a left turn, and the person is still following me…

That’s when I see a tanker truck stalled in the street, so I quickly zoom under it with my tiny car…

…And the SUV is stuck and can’t chase me!...

…now I have a little room and time to operate…

…So, I head straight to a parking structure that just happens to be close to the Hotel and park there in a special space that I have that is privately enclosed with a door, and exit the car and go over to my other car, and drive off, all while changing clothes and putting on a wig in the process…

…Now I’m at the Hotel parking area with no sign of the SUV in sight, so I go in the Hotel, and ride up to the penthouse suite, punch in the code to exit the elevator, and then punch in the same code to get into the suite…

And when I open the double-thick entry door, I am immediately shocked by the…

TO BE CONTINUED…

May you have many…for a sweet sunny afternoon with a cool breeze to come about for us on this Earth, especially near or on the beach in Southern California, many other places in the sky and in outer space need to be extremely inhospitable to Man”…when I really think about it, my smile is part of my facial “business card!”…does everybody have some favorite music that they like to play repeatedly?…smiles!