This is definitely the most Canadian way to extract a tooth.
What's the most American way? Tying it to a levy-traipsing Chevy?
I will tell you about the Russian way in the thread below... https://twitter.com/RexChapman/status/1263871053782224897

So, back in like the 7th grade or something, I got a cavity in one of my molars, and the Soviet dentist did what Soviet dentists always did: decided to pull it out. To that end, she drilled a hole (sans anesthesia) in it and put a small doze or arsenic inside. That's rat poison..

This was common practice, apparently, the goal of which was to kill the nerve, making the extraction painless. Because, I repeat, anesthetics were not really a thing in small-town USSR. After a few days with literal rat poison in my mouth, I came back for a visit...

... and she decided to check whether the arsenic had worked as intended. This was done by jamming the metal pointed pokey dentist thing inside the hole in my tooth to see whether I take it like a champ or scream in sheer agony and run the hell out cursing. The latter happened.

I didn't stop running until I got back home, well ahead of my terrified mom. Children were normally not given any say in matters of health care, of course, but from that day on she wouldn't dare to take me to a dentist again. Meanwhile, the arsenic inside the tooth kept working..

Not so much on the nerve as on the tooth itself, as the cavity kept growing until the tooth was nothing but a hollowed-out ruin, rotting and foul-smelling.
So, a couple of years later, we had a routine health check-up at school...

The dentist had to set up temporary shop in the gym. He was in his late 20s, and the nurse assisting him had to be even younger. One look inside my mouth had him gasping in horror.
"Oh, right. This will have to come out, then. Nurse, we'll need novocain..."

Novocain, apparently, became a thing in small-town USSR while my tooth was succumbing to the combined efforts of arsenic and Soviet candy.
Unfortunately, the nurse's reply was that they were all out. The perils of not having a name early in the alphabet, I guess...