The tooth

The other day Keith lost a piece of one of his molars. It broke off but he found the piece and kept it. Why? Who knows!
Rather than ring the dentist and get an emergency appointment (that's what normal people do!) he bore the discomfort and pain of the rough surface of the remaining bit of tooth scraping against his tongue - not exactly in silence, but reasonably stoically. He remained resistant to all pleas to ring the dentist, preferring instead to search for his own solution to the problem, which was................ (you won't believe this!).......... to stick the tooth back together again. Being an avid aero-modeller, he decided to apply these principles to the problem of his tooth.
So, 5 minutes upstairs with a tube of Araldite, and the job was done - yes, no kidding!
He retired to bed, his head buzzing with plans to advertise his dental services to the public at large.
Since then, he still hasn't rung the dentist, the bit of tooth has been in and out of his mouth more times than most of us have had hot dinners, and he was last heard muttering to himself that his next port of call would be his sander, to smooth the rough edges. Dentists of Britain, prepare to retire. With SuperKeith on hand, your services are now redundant!