Gonna waterboard my houseplants so they know who’s the boss.

When you meet twins, demand to speak with the one in charge.

Just as “magic spells” use special rhymes and archaic terms to signal their power, the convoluted language of legalese acts to convey a sense of authority.

I put my pants on just like everybody else: when the police tell me to.

Helpful police officer reminded me he’s the one asking the questions.

I’m not a good fit for the traditional job market because my greatest strengths are challenging authority, being self-righteous, and wanting to go home.

You can’t boss me around. You’re not my bladder.

Not many quicksand-related deaths since the 1970s. Thank God the authorities got that nightmare under control.

There’s no-one who can get more drunk on power than the admin of a village Facebook group.

How do I even know this guy is my “boss”? I’ve just been taking his word for it.

As you get older, nothing loses its sting more than an authority figure saying they are disappointed in you. Like, I don’t know what to tell you, dude, we can’t both live in the prison of your expectations.

Establish dominance over your children by whining louder.

Maybe we should put monkeys in charge for a while just to see how it goes.

Remind the demons under your bed that you’re the landlord, raise the rent.