palate tectonics

I can sympathise and empathise with the wingpiglet's tooth-related woes during my one of my bottom-left wisdom tooth's other-tooth-shunting growth spurts, though lack the societal permission to deal with it by dribbling all down myself even more than usual and going red in the face. It even effectively improved my normal manners by preventing me from eating whole oatcakes at my desk this morning by limiting the maximal extent of jaw-gape I felt like exhibiting.