“I spy, with my little eye, something that starts with ... G.""Sausages.”

“I spy with my little eye a great story.”

“Ben starts. "I Spy with my little eye something I really like.""Oh I know," Radar says. "It's the taste of balls.""No.""Is it the taste of penises?" I guess."No, dumbass.""Hmm," says Radar. "Is it the smell of balls?""The texture of balls?”

“I hated to hound the guy at the sausage table, but I wanted to learn the difference between saucisson à l'âne, donkey sausage, and saucisson du taureau, bull sausage. That donkey stuff tastes, well, just a little different.”

“But first, my friends, I need you to do something for me. We have two spies in the back of the auditorium.”

“As it is, I'm Elizabeth DeVille, super spy and resident poor girl, and watching him out of the corner of my eye will have to do. I nod at something my best friend Suri is saying to me, feeling like a shitty friend because I'm not really listening.”