When a superior gives you incredibly bad orders, and out of spite, you follow them to the letter, knowing the result is going to be disastrous.
Bobby: Don't change the formulas of this report. If you do, you're fired.
Frank: Whatever you say, boss.
Two weeks pass. Bobby calls Frank in to his office.
Bobby: You knew that report contained errors in its format. Why didn't you fix it, you shit?
Frank: Because you told me not to, you dick. It was malicious compliance.