“The idea of calling this guy "dude" was ridiculous. His low, crisp voice sounded faintly English, definitely like he'd been raised somewhere outside the U.S. He was no more a dude than Fitz was a ballerina.”
“Dude," I said, making the word a disgusted sound. "Single guys everywhere hate you. Starting with me.”
“This Jacob dude sounds like a real Bilbo Douche-Baggins.”
“Dude! said a party pony as he unloaded his gear. Did you see that bear guy? He was all like: 'Whoa, I have an arrow in my mouth!”
“He half rose from his seat and reached across another student’s desk to drop the mangled paper clip in front of Tommy.“Look, dude,” he said, his voice low and earnest. “You want to ask me out, you man up and do it proper.”
“Dude, I totally pendejo!" he said, happily calling himself an asshole.”