The bandits in northern Myanmar wanted to gouge out my corneas. I pointed at Master Wen:
"Master Wen has many eyes, can you dig out three?"
Then I pointed at Bi Gan:
"This man's seven apertures and clever heart are priceless treasures, do you want them?"
They hesitated and couldn't speak, so I had to rub my hands:
"You don't want them? Then I'll have to take your kidneys!"