Looking at the thread title, I now picture a sunburnt bloke in a Crocodile Dundee outfit. He is prancing about and menacing a large black olive with one of those little cocktail swords. The olive sits mutely on top of a plate on a dining table in a fancy restaurant. It says nothing, but you can tell it's getting quite irritated.

"Crikey!" says the bloke with the cocktail sword. "I should run you through, you pommy bastard olive! You're a pathetic sight, cobber. Come ON! Let's have a go, you stupid garnish! Give me your best shot!"

The olive bides its time, simmering with suppressed anger. When the mad Aussie gets in a bit too close, the olive will strike!