Floss

Max loved flossing beyond anything else. He did it several times a day. He took a chance on a new brand of thicker string. Midway through, he realized the string was caught between a molar and incisor. He yanked and twisted to no avail. He tried to close his mouth, but his jaw locked halfway. Panic stricken, he dialed 911, but his words were unintelligible. He hurriedly dressed and ran out to his car. Drooling and wild-eyed, he scared parents walking their kids to school.
Max was so nervous he smacked into a mailbox with his car. Someone saw it and called police, thinking he was drunk. The cops came, saw his predicament and made a call.
Minutes later, a Volvo pulled up. Out stepped Finn Wrobbles, who walked over wearing a serious expression. He examined Max and said get him inside where I can do my work.
Max was shaking and in tears.
Finn calmed him with these words--Do not fret, sir. I am the floss whisperer. You arein good hands.