I bought my dad a pair of Buck Multipliers for Christmas, back in the 90’s I think. As far as I know he only ever used them once. One day, we were sitting at the table eating supper. He looked up and informed everyone that he just broke a tooth. We asked what he wanted us to do, call the dentist, etc. He said he’d just pull it out. Up the stairs he went. I finished my meal, and went up to check on him. He was sitting in his bedroom. I walked in and he looked up and smiled at me. Sure enough, the pliers and what was left of the tooth were sitting on the table next to him. Luckily, he got the roots and all. No need for me to whip out my Spydie.