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.)
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Awww! Scenes of domestic bliss! This is what we call foreplay - working together in the kitchen!
Unfortunately, due to very limited counter-space and completely opposite working styles, we do not usually share kitchen space very gracefully. But damn, the man is funny.
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