I had my wisdom teeth out this morning. All four of ‘em. The bottom two were really the ones which had to go, since they pointed forwards. It was a stable configuration, creating a perfect storage pocket for a cyanide capsule on one side and a micro-nuke on the other, but I’d since moved on from espionage and it was time to move on dentally, too. The top two were just going to be lonely without their mates on the bottom, not that they’d been doing much mating before given the orientation of the bottoms, so to speak, but if at some point I ever want them back, I’m sure science will have discovered techniques for growing teeth in a petri dish by then. And hair. Teeth and hair.