Yes, well... we suffer a bad rap. If you really wanna know the truth about it, we put on a facade to keep the world away...Ours is a granite visage born out of the pain radiating from our tender tender hearts, longing for those long winter nights, huffing nitrous oxide, embracing our assistants wearing latex gloves and surgical masks......... em... heh.......I thought that assassin-dentists felt no empathy
So, the point is, "And don't you old boy me, I eat smoked posh blokes sausages for breakfast"
HAH! and HAH again! Mr. VendingMachine, you are an officer and a gentleman!