Yesterday at Spacely Sprockets, my supervisor told me to do some deburring. (Don't ask.) He picked up the strange-looking deburring tool and said, "I wasn't ready for you to cut yourself with this last week, but now I am." I nodded and then thought, "What, he wasn't ready for me to cut myself last week, but now he's ready for me to cut myself?" Anyway, I didn't cut myself.