One fine day a colleague came stomping (that's the only verb that suits) over to my desk and boldly announced that "your code has crashed my compiler". Somewhat alarmed at this I scurried (yes, scurried) back to his desk. "Look" he said, and did a little cvs/make dance. Lo and behold, when the compiler got to my code indeed it fell to silently chugging away. "See," he resumed, "it's crashed."
"No," I said, "it's just compiling."
"So where," he asked, "are the messages?"
"What messages?" I replied. He scrolled the xterm up a bit.
"These. All the warnings and stuff"
"Doesn't generate any," I said.
He boggled. "What, have you found some way of turning them off?"
"No," I said, "I just wrote the code so that it doesn't generate any warnings."
He boggled some more. "Why," he eventually managed to gasp, "would you bother doing that?"
I didn't last long there. It was best for all concerend, really.