No, I could be an asshole too...

When he was complaining about all of us working in the garden, saying "I'm Booooored!", I handed him a pile of vines and asked him put them in the compost.

A few minutes later, a cry of "aargh!" as he lifted the lid and fled with the fruit-flies formed a micro locust swarm around him.

My excessively chipper "Well, at least you're no longer bored!" was met with a shivver and "Byeurk!" of disgust.