Molly blinked, then looked at Thomas and said, “Wait a minute… . We’re his flunkies.”

“You, maybe,” Thomas said, sneering. “I’m his thug. I’m way higher than a flunky.”

“You are high if you think I’m taking any orders from you,” Molly said tartly.

Jim Butcher, The Dresden Files: Cold Night
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