I have trained the New Boy at work to answer all of my questions with "Yes, Mistress Min". It's great unless I'm asking a rhetorical question (e.x., Do I look effing stupid to you?).
New Boy was at my desk trying to open a jar that contains rubber bands using only one hand. After two minutes of struggling, he then placed the jar between his legs and continued to try prying it open one-handed.
Quoth he: "It's hard to grab onto; it keeps slipping down my pants."
I smile wickedly at him.
Quoth I: "I've never had that problem."
He: "Yes, Mistress Min".
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