The Pentadent Meets The Five had gathered. A box sat in the middle of the council table. “Let’s vote,” #1 said. “I think it’s okay. #2?” “Acceptable.” “Fine.” “Passable.” A nervous pause. “I don’t like it,” #5 said finally. A sigh of exasperation. “You never like anything,” #2 said. “I did some digging,” #1 said….