It's been a long night, I've gone out to a concert with some friends and one of the people they brought with (you) tells me - after eating a big meal - that there's something stuck in my teeth. Unable to find it, I open my mouth wide and let you take a look. You can't seem to see it and I can't find it either. I keep asking you to look - my mouth wide open, showing you every inch of my gaping piehole - teeth, uvula, tongue, pallet and throat visible to you, but we both know you just secretly wanna inspect my mouth, because that's what you're into!