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Touch. That sounds cool. How do I do it?”
    â€œThe Secret Ninja Death Touch is a part of Dim Mak . Death-point striking, it’s called,” Agent Doe explained. “It’s the deadliest system of self-defense ever created. You should only use it in life-or-death situations. There are only a few Dim Mak masters in the world.”
    â€œWhere did you learn it?”
    â€œFrom a guy I met in Iraq. He learned it from a sergeant who fought in Vietnam. And he learned it from a South Vietnamese Dim Mak master.”
    â€œWhat do I do?”
    â€œThe idea is that you can totally immobilize an opponent by applying intense pressure to his most vulnerable areas. There are forty-three major target areas on the human body. They are neurological shutdown points. If you interrupt and manipulate your attacker’s nervous and circulatory systems, those systems shut down almost instantly.”
    â€œAwesome!”
    â€œIn the first second he feels pain,” Agent Doe explained. “In the second, numbness sets in. And in the third, he becomes unconscious.”
    â€œWhat happens in the fourth second?” I asked.
    â€œDeath,” he said simply. “That’s why it’s called the Secret Ninja Death Touch.”
    â€œAnd you don’t even have to hit the guy?”
    â€œCorrect, sir. Go ahead, grab me from behind.”
    I went behind Agent Doe’s back and wrapped my arm around his huge neck.
    â€œOkay, you got me good and tight, right, sir?” he asked.
    â€œRight.”
    â€œI can’t escape, right?”
    â€œRight.”
    At that point, Agent Doe reached behind him and placed his thumb on a part of my body. I can’t tell you what part because I know that if I did, some of you lunatics reading this would go and try it on your friends. You’re going to have to take my word for this. He touched me with his thumb and put pressure on that part of my body.
    I didn’t feel anything at first, but after about a second I felt a little numb.
    â€œSee? You’re helpless, aren’t you?”
    â€œYeah,” I grunted.
    â€œIf I wanted to totally immobilize you I would increase the pressure,” Agent Doe explained. “In a few seconds you would pass out. But I won’t do that, of course, because …”
    That was the last thing I remember before I passed out.

“President Moon! Mr. President!” shouted Chief Usher Honeywell. He and the White House doctor were leaning over me, holding a cold washcloth against my forehead. All I knew was that I was alive, and I was lying down somewhere. “Wh-what happened?” I asked foggily. “Where am I?”
    â€œOn the roof of the White House, sir,” Honeywell explained. “You were unconscious!”
    â€œI’m sorry, Mr. President,” blubbered Secret Service Agent Doe. “It was an accident!”
    I looked up and saw that three other Secret Service agents were holding Agent Doe’s arms behind his back, the way cops on TV hold criminals. They were snapping handcuffs around Agent Doe’s wrists. His gun had been taken away from him.
    â€œYou have the right to remain silent,” one of the agents explained to Agent Doe. “Anything you say may be used against you —”
    â€œI wasn’t trying to hurt the president!” sobbed Agent Doe. “You’ve got to believe me! Protecting the president is my whole life! It’s the only thing I care about!”
    The agents started dragging Agent Doe away.
    â€œWait!” I said, struggling to my feet. “Take the handcuffs off him. He’s telling the truth.”
    The agents stopped dragging Agent Doe away, but they didn’t let go of him.
    â€œIt was all my fault,” I explained. “I forced him to show me some martial arts moves. I didn’t tell him to stop in time. Let him go, please.”
    In five minutes, the head of the Secret Service arrived at the White House.