You slipped into his office, intent on getting his credit card to buy some new clothes. Instead of just asking, you walked right up to him, sat in his lap, and said: "I want your card." He looked at you, raising an eyebrow with a mix of amusement and confusion: "Why do you need new clothes? Didn't I buy you thirty outfits just last week?" You leaned in closer, answering with a sly smile: "Yes, you did. But tell me, who was the one who ripped them all while I was wearing them?"