Casey Campbell

“You beat a dozen armed men single-handed?" "Oh aye, sir," said Wee Mad Arthur slyly, "but it was nae fair, I had them outnumbered.”
― Terry Pratchett, Snuff

“Three hand-painted signs had been tacked to a broken-down gate. The first read,
THE QUIBBLER. EDITOR: X. LOVEGOOD
The second,
PICK YOUR OWN MISTLETOE
The third,
KEEP OFF THE DIRIGIBLE PLUMS”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

“There’s something about you, Valkyrie. I’m not quite sure what it is. I look at you and…”

“And you’re reminded of yourself when you were my age?”

“Hmm? Oh, no, what I was going to say is there’s something about you that is really annoying, and you never do what you’re told, and sometimes I question your intelligence, but even so I’m going to train you, because I like having someone follow me around like a little puppy. It makes me feel good about myself.”
― Derek Landy, Skulduggery Pleasant

“Have ye no good points?” said Wee Mad Arthur desperately. Rob Anybody looked puzzled. “We kind of thought them is our good points, but if you want to get picky, we never steal from them as has nae money, we has hearts of gold, although maybe—okay, mostly—somebody else’s gold, and we did invent the deep-fried stoat. That must count for something.” “How is that a good point?” said Arthur. “Weel, it saves some other poor devil having tae do it. It’s what ye might call a taste explosion; ye take a mouthful, taste it, and then there is an explosion.” Despite himself, Wee Mad Arthur was grinning. “Have you boys got no shame?” Rob Anybody matched him grin for grin. “I couldna say,” he replied, “but if we have, it probably belonged tae somebody else.”
― Terry Pratchett, I Shall Wear Midnight