" He reached out to snag the sword only to have Jason bitch slap his hand away with the fried dough. “My sword!” “Jerk,” Mitch mumbled as he eyed the sword. Jason looked thoughtfully down at his sword as well and took another bite. “We could always go win another one and have a sword fight.” “Sweet!” Mitch said. Yeah, they were big "

― R.L. Mathewson , Playing for Keeps (Neighbor from Hell, #1)