Torture? Who's kidding about torture? Half an hour before the dentist's chair, if the kindly dentist himself came to ask me "what I know" I would gladly give up my grandparents, parents, close friends, best friends, remote friends, and even Ali, who runs the corner store.
"What is the name of Ali's friend, the one we call 'Jumbo'?"
"Oh, Jumbo! Who doesn't know Jumbo! Jumbo lives at 14th and Exeter on the fourth floor, I believe . . . let's see, his phone number is 310-88 . . . oh shit, I forgot his phone number. Do you want his shoe size instead? I think it's a . . ." (blow to the head).
"Now I sink ve have to drill ze front toos . . . .isn't it ze one zat's giving you some troubles?"
"Oh no, ohno, ohno, that's not the one that's giving me the problem, see here . . ."
" . . . now . . . about Jumbo . . . ."
"OH yes, Jumbo! Jumbo jumbojumbo middle aged wasn't he always in the neighbourhood tattoo on left arm shaped like a dragon can't talk to him unless you go through Piggy piggy's his right hand man yes, no, left hand because he's left handed he has a cell but they never gave me his number because they never trusted me oh yes piggy, get him and you'll bring them all down"
"You're making zis all UP, aren't you? Admit ZE TRUS!"
See how torture works, every time?