MVO: The tiny timber toothpick thrusts and turns after a hearty meal - picking out pork pieces between your teeth...
SFX: VOICE SINGING AND ECHOING
MVO: ...As you stroll through the streets. Your eye gets caught by Candice: the bombshell beauty bouncing by on her bike. You watch her ride off, unpleasantly unknowing of the signpost in your path - your face poised to politely greet the pole with a thud.
SFX: DRUM BEAT CRASHES
MVO:...And when the wee wooden shard splinters in your mouth - oh, yes - there will be some pain. But such a pain is so unlike...
MUSIC: DRAMATIC DRUMS AND BRASS
MVO: ...the forceful gales of a category five hurricane that part palm trees like tinder twigs, launching lumber shrapnel through the air like a whirling nail bomb. The wind howls, dogs scatter, and as you stand awestruck by this strength of nature, an uprooted mangrove momentarily takes flight before diving down toward you with designs to destroy.
MUSIC: DRAMATIC DRUMS AND BRASS CRESCENDOS
MVO: And so you see: a toothpick is certainly no typhoon. There’s pain, and then there’s a different kind of pain. For pains beyond the ordinary, take something extraordinary.