I go to the dentist. She was professionally frightened, accordingly, half of the face was anesthetized until the test state. I am afraid to bite my cheek, bite my tongue. Mimic is specific, speech is unrelated.

The third person stopped asking him to raise his hands, smile, name.

In the box, in the metro. Nice, of course, but I want a T-shirt with the inscription "It's not a stroke, it's a dentist."