(1.) “Except it wasn’t,” this sadist pushed on. “It was really a measly $855 [you made for that story in Playboy].” ¶ “What?” ¶ “You want to tell me you’re not in a fifty-percent tax bracket, Steve-O?” ¶ I was silent. He knew I was. […] “So you made $769.50 that week,” he said. “You know how much a plumber makes per week in New York, Steve-O?” ¶ “No,” I said. I hate people who call me Steve-O.
-Stephen King, in the “Introduction” to his 1985 collection of short stories, Skeleton Crew
(2.) “You want another egg, Todd-O?” ¶ “No thanks, Dad.” Dick Bowden ate them fried. How could anyone stand to eat a fried egg? […] He pushed his scrambled egg away. He had barely touched it. ¶ Outside, the morning paper slapped the step. ¶ His father finished cooking, turned off the grill, and came to the table. “Not hungry this morning, Todd-O?” ¶ You call me that one more time and I’m going to stick my knife right up your fucking nose . . . Dad-O.
-from Stephen King’s novella Apt Pupil (collected in Different Seasons, 1982)