[Eight Ace]

I did some part time work at a timber yard and this strait-laced guy there
had been promoted to oversee us, one day in response to an order from
him I said "whatever you say, cunteyes."
He went to the 2IC to dob me in (rat on me) and went on about how he
should be shown respect in his new role and I had called him cunteyes.

Our boss, who was this cool, kind of vague guy didn't think it was a big deal,
he kept writing then looked up thoughtfully and said "what if he calls you MR. cunteyes?"