Anything Else, Butler?" "the Cosh, Sir.

A Metaphorical Weight Lifted From His Allegorical Chest And Artemis Fowl Felt Himself Again.

Let Us Proceed Under The Assumption That The Fairy Folk Do Exist, And That I Am Not A Gibbering Moron.

A Cd. How Quaint. We Have These In Museums.

Argh? Pathetic And Inarticulate. Nice Combination. Your Mothers Must Be So Proud.

I'm On My Feet, Pacing Around The Room, Punching A Fist Into My Palm, Which I Stop Doing When I Realise How Drama Queen It Feels.