My Darling Wife was doing dishes in the kitchen and called me in to help her open a bottle. I walked in, opened the bottle in two shakes, set it down and walked back out. She told the backside of me that I needn’t make it look so easy.
I turned around, with my right hand I rolled up my left sleeve, made an exaggeratedly-slow “gun-show” and planted a kiss right on my own studly left biceps muscle. Then I picked up the bottle again and (as it was now opened) opened the bottle with zero effort. Then I set it down and she laughed right out loud and called me a name.