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“flimsy wooden sword.”
― Steve the Noob, Diary of Steve the Noob

“Mr. Sir stared at her. He had three long red marks slanting across the left side of his face. Stanley didn’t know if the redness was caused by her nail polish or his blood. It took a moment for the venom to sink in. Suddenly, Mr. Sir screamed and clutched his face with both hands. He let himself fall over, rolling off the hearth and onto the rug.”
― Louis Sachar, Holes

“How many onions do you think we’ve eaten?” he asked. Zero shrugged. “I don’t even know how long we’ve been here.” “I’d say about a week,” said Stanley. “And we probably each eat about twenty onions a day, so that’s…” “Two hundred and eighty onions,” said Zero. Stanley smiled. “I bet we really stink.”
― Louis Sachar, Holes

“My name is Mr. Sir,” he said. “Whenever you speak to me you must call me by my name, is that clear?”
― Louis Sachar, Holes