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“How many did you eat?鈥� I asked. 鈥淓ight,鈥� Slug answered, breathing heavily. 鈥淓ight quesadilla triangles?鈥� I said, grossed out. Slug shook his head. 鈥淣o鈥� eight full quesadillas,鈥� he said, again pronouncing it wrong. 鈥淒ude,鈥� I said, my jaw dropping to the floor. 鈥淭hat鈥檚, like, um鈥� four times eight鈥� thirty four slices!鈥� Naomi quickly corrected me. 鈥淭hirty two slices.鈥� 鈥淭hirty two slices!鈥� I repeated. 鈥淭his kid can pack 鈥榚m away!鈥� Wyatt said, bringing another plate of quesadillas to the group. 鈥淕idgy鈥︹�� Slug said, reaching for his twin sister, who was scooting away from his greasy fingers. 鈥淚 might need a stomach transplant after this.鈥� 鈥淕ross,鈥� she said. 鈥淒on鈥檛 touch me. And stomach transplants aren鈥檛 a real thing.鈥� 鈥淕iiiiidgy!鈥� Slug groaned. 鈥淲e鈥檙e twins! Your stomach is an exact match for mine! Only you can save me! I only need half of it. The other half鈥檒l grow back!鈥� 鈥淒ude,鈥� Gidget said, raising an eyebrow. 鈥淵ou can鈥檛 have my stomach.鈥� 鈥淏ut what if I need it?鈥� Slug whined, sliding lower in his chair. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e just gonna鈥斺�� And then Slug let out the grossest burp I鈥檇 ever heard in my life. It was loud, and it was bad. Like, my eyes started watering. Slug instantly sat up in his seat with a smile beaming across his face. 鈥淎ll better,鈥� he said, reaching for another quesadilla on Wyatt鈥檚 plate. 鈥淢mmm, gimme, gimme, gimme!”
― Marcus Emerson, My Worst Frenemy

“If it isn鈥檛 Charley”
― Marcus Emerson, My Worst Frenemy