V is working on a website right now as I type. He leaned over to my lowly Windows laptop and asked me to check out a page he is working on. Seemingly, some button refuses to stay put. He sounded rather frustrated.
I smiled pityingly at him and pointed out that it is pretty incompetent of him not to be able to fix a button on.
He glared at me, nicely blended with haughtiness, and told me to do it myself, if I thought I could do a better job.
I smiled sweetly at him and said that my button-fixing skills were far superior to his. As he should know, because do I not replace all the buttons that go missing in this house (if they are replaced at all, I admit)? And I think I shall go out on a limb and say I do a darn professional job at it.
His only response was a rather amateurish belch. So much for witty repartee.