“I dare you to say I’m not ugly.”
“Don't you d-dare say you're ugly or stupid or worthless. Don't you dare! Y-you’re a giant because an ordinary man’s body is t-too small for what you are.”
“You really dug your own grave,” he mutters. “And I’m going to bury you in it.” “Say that louder,” I tell him, under my breath. “I dare you.”
“I’m off duty, cousin, which by Cadwaladr law means I can beat you ugly.”
“I’m no rock star, but I’m definitely not ugly.”
“Say my name and his in the same breath. I dare you to say they taste the same.”