My Worst Frenemy Quotes

“How many did you eat?” I asked. “Eight,” Slug answered, breathing heavily. “Eight quesadilla triangles?” I said, grossed out. Slug shook his head. “No… eight full quesadillas,” he said, again pronouncing it wrong. “Dude,” I said, my jaw dropping to the floor. “That’s, like, um… four times eight… thirty four slices!” Naomi quickly corrected me. “Thirty two slices.” “Thirty two slices!” I repeated. “This kid can pack ‘em away!” Wyatt said, bringing another plate of quesadillas to the group. “Gidgy…” Slug said, reaching for his twin sister, who was scooting away from his greasy fingers. “I might need a stomach transplant after this.” “Gross,” she said. “Don’t touch me. And stomach transplants aren’t a real thing.” “Giiiiidgy!” Slug groaned. “We’re twins! Your stomach is an exact match for mine! Only you can save me! I only need half of it. The other half’ll grow back!” “Dude,” Gidget said, raising an eyebrow. “You can’t have my stomach.” “But what if I need it?” Slug whined, sliding lower in his chair. “You’re just gonna—” And then Slug let out the grossest burp I’d 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. “All better,” he said, reaching for another quesadilla on Wyatt’s plate. “Mmmm, gimme, gimme, gimme!”
― Marcus Emerson, My Worst Frenemy

“If it isn’t Charley”
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“burp”
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“couple”
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“foggy,”
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“Carlyle was the leader of his”
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“huger is a word.”
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“a cheeseburger with no cheese?”
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“like he was being taken away by a couple secret agents or something.”
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“One of the black balloons popped. The green ninja shrieked. “His head exploded! His head just—wait a second…”
― Marcus Emerson, My Worst Frenemy

“Well, I’m not gonna lie,” I said. “I got a terrible feeling in my butt about it.” “What? Your butt?” Naomi asked, super confused. “Yeah,” I said. “Y’know, a butt feeling. I got a terrible butt feeling about it.” Naomi laughed, but she caught it in her throat and coughed. “Gut feeling! You got a terrible gut feeling about it!”
― Marcus Emerson, My Worst Frenemy

“Sixth Grader Chase Cooper Disappears. Nobody Cares.”
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“a million bucks!”
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“Yup,” Wyatt said. “Lay that million bucks on me, Dr. Tenderbutt. I’m ready to be so rich that I can literally buy happiness!”
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“Let’s get dangerous,”
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“The creepy buzzing lights”
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“Give him a minute,” Gidget said. After a second, Slug stretched his arms out and drifted back to sleep. “He’ll be in and out for the rest of the night,” Gidget said. “He’ll wake up around midnight and complain about how he can’t sleep. Then he’ll play videogames until about four or five in the morning. Then he’ll sleep like a brick until it’s time to go to school.”
― Marcus Emerson, My Worst Frenemy

“Victor was the leader of the Scavengers, a group of kids”
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“their”
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“to straighten up, but it hurt. Instead, I hunched over, keeping a hand on my lower back. Pretty sure I looked like my grandpa.”
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“I smell like a man!”
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“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” I sang to myself, trying to keep a jolly melody.”
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“adventure I always wanted, but everything spiraled out of control”
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“Gidget glared at Wyatt. Then she held her hand out at him. “Whatever, dude. Talk to the hand.” “Hey, 1990 called,” Wyatt said. “They want their insult back.” “Oh yeah?” Gidget fumed. “Well, 2060 called. They said you died and nobody went to your funeral!”
― Marcus Emerson, My Worst Frenemy

“1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000.”
― Marcus Emerson, My Worst Frenemy

“Giiiiidgy!” Slug groaned. “We’re twins! Your stomach is an exact match for mine! Only you can save me! I only need half of it. The other half’ll grow back!” “Dude,” Gidget said, raising an eyebrow. “You can’t have my stomach.” “But”
― Marcus Emerson, My Worst Frenemy

“table. Each one had a couple slices missing. It looked like a pizza buffet. And the pizzas smelled amazing.”
― Marcus Emerson, My Worst Frenemy

“Well, I’m not gonna lie,” I said. “I got a terrible feeling in my butt about it.” “What? Your butt?” Naomi asked, super confused. “Yeah,” I said. “Y’know, a butt feeling. I got a terrible butt feeling about it.” Naomi laughed, but she caught it in her throat and coughed. “Gut feeling! You got a terrible gut feeling about it!” “Ohhhh,” I said, embarrassed. But not just embarrassed because of that one moment. I was suddenly feeling the embarrassment from a lifetime of saying it wrong. “I’m an idiot.”
― Marcus Emerson, My Worst Frenemy

“but I really think you have it in you to become a great man like Dr. Tenderfoot.”
― Marcus Emerson, My Worst Frenemy

“You kiddos and your video games!”
― Marcus Emerson, My Worst Frenemy