“Check out this fish knife," they said, holding it up with a flourish. Though the shelves running through the big, warehouse-like space were tall, the ceiling light still glinted off the knife's hooked, nasty top. "Bet I could fillet Vanilla Joe like a trout." "I would not advise that," I said. Kel's face dropped, until I held up a cheese grater the size of my head. "How about grating him instead?" That was perhaps a tiny bit of overkill for his general level of douchebaggery, but we shared a grim laugh anyway.”
Book:Sadie on a Plate