Chow.

Now I have to go to work and save lives (yeah right!)
Least your work doesn't involve avoiding being bitten by some crazed child who won't let go of the new talking Ermintrude the ward just bought. Or having a cup of milk shake chucked at you with great force because they don't want to be weighed.
A kid bit me on my boob once. Luckily I had a metal badge there with a smily face and my name. His teeth marks were clearly visible on the hard metal surface.
I could have been deformed for life.