Scene: Kitchen, evening. Michael is chopping and frying a huge quantity of onions.
Me: Ouch! Onion-eyes! I have onion-eyes!
Michael: Workers of the world, onion-eyes!
Later: Michael, working as my sous-chef, neglects a task I asked him to do.
Me: That's it, you're fired.
Michael: You can't fire me, I'm onion-eyesed.
(That last one cost me a good 3 minutes in lost productivity.)