When I told you that I couldn't fix your toy, you pushed me aside, grabbed the stool, found your way into a drawer with a screwdriver, and went to work.
You didn't fix the toy, of course, but you managed to express your lack of confidence in me rather effectively.
And not unjustified, I may add. At least when it comes to the simplest of repairs.
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