Argh? Pathetic And Inarticulate. Nice Combination. Your

People Are Afraid Of You, Arty. Girls Are Terrified Of You. You’re A Fifteen-year-old In A Bespoke Suit, And Nobody Died.

(about Dr. Po) Just Another Quack Spouting Psychobabble.

Artemis Fowl Grinned Right Back At Him And Pointed His Index Finger To The Sky... From The Tip Of This Finger Sprang A Small Blue Spark That Exploded Like A Tiny Firework. “i Know Magic Can Be Stolen,” Said Artemis. “because I Stole Some Myself.

You Know You're In Trouble When Your Own Imagination Starts Punishing You.

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