I’m sitting there, minding my own business, when I hear a couple mouse clicks and Samuel L. Jackson behind me saying “Shut… the fuck… up!”

“What did you say to me?”, I demand.

Click-click. “Shut… the fuck… up!” he replies.

“Oh, did you say you want me to delete your home directory…?”

Pause… Two pathetic sounding clicks… “FUCK YOU!”

“That’s what I thought…”