“You’re so good looking” said his colleague, for no reason, “and really good at programming. I wish I was as good as you.”
“You just need to learn how to name your classes better. And then have extensive cosmetic surgery!” Miguel responded, quickly.
Everyone laughed heartily, including the Prime Minister, who was also there, because he could detect the awesome when he was walking past. “I wonder how I managed to get this job,” he said, “whilst you, so much more talented, are just a lowly software developer.”
“Hey. My job is vital to this country, Mr Prime Minister,” Miguel turned angry, “for the knowledge economy. And computers.”
“you might be just the man to help me in our quest to find the Ark of the Covenant; you see Hitler is…”
“Hitler? I thought he…”
“We might as well tell you now. He lived on following his defeat in Berlin in 1945… using technology which only you and your highly skilled team of developers know about…”