You bump into a child in MacDonalds and automatically go to stab him with your cafe order number.
(The metal stand with a number at the top so they can bring you your coffee, yes truth is stranger than fiction.)
When your school principal asks your advice on whether he should consider the item a child was carrying as a weapon and you reply . . . . ."I'm the wrong guy to ask, to me everything is a weapon."
When you cut a chunk off your finger, you don't scream, you don't squirm, you just roll your eye's and and in a casual voice turn to your employer and say;