Abstract
I was lying back in the dentist’s chair waiting for him to decide between methods of torture when my eye fell on an impressive array of certificates on the wall. Those will be for dexterity in teeth pulling and asking inane questions while your victim has a mouthful of pointy instruments, I mused. But no. They were for karate, which seemed a bit odd in the circumstances. But by then he had paralysed me with one of his horse-stopping injections so I was in no position to make inquiries.
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