At the basement library’s annual checkup, Dr. Phil opens each talking book, examines its spine, and asks it to pronounce “encyclopedia” without mumbling. The atlases are reportedly grinding their bindings at night, while one romance novel has refused to floss since chapter twelve.
Wearing a dentist’s coat and head mirror, he calmly explains that plaque is not a personality trait. A nervous dictionary waits in the chair as Dr. Phil selects a tiny polishing tool and reminds the reference section that healthy margins begin with accountability. Today's completely unnecessary Dr. Phil moment.











