Enid: Hey, babe, are you a spreadsheet row?
Wednesday: Why would I be—
Enid: *saucily* Because I’d love to look up your V.
Enid: Get it? It’s a play on vlookup—vertical lookup—which is this thing you can do in Excel.
Wednesday: Enid, you are not making any sense.
Enid: *sighs* My bad. I should’ve known better than to—
Wednesday: You’d use hlookup, not vlookup.
Wednesday: You asked if I were a spreadsheet row, which is not searched using a vertical lookup, regardless of your desires.
Wednesday: So unless you’d love to look up my “H”, which I suspect loses the intended sexual innuendo, you should have instead asked if I were a spreadsheet column.
Enid: Okay, not to be offensive, but how the shit do YOU know Microsoft Excel??
Wednesday: *scoffs* Please. I mastered that application on my father’s Compaq as a child. I can pivot a table just as well an opponent’s blade.
Wednesday: Quite. While my so-called peers were still hunt-and-pecking their ways to a double-digit WPM, I was already exploring the Hall of Tortured Souls.
Enid: Hall of Tortured— Wait, isn’t that the hidden game that was in Microsoft Excel 95?!
Enid: Wednesday, what was the last version of Windows you used?
Wednesday: My father’s personal favorite and the one that heralded the 21st century: Windows 2000. Is there a problem with that?
Enid: No, babe, not at all. I just love learning things about you that no one else knows.
Enid: Mm hmn. No one would ever guess that you, Wednesday Addams, are all technophobe in the streets, Excel virtuoso in the sheets.