Stay back, human. You don't know what you're dealing with.
Knock yourself out... Or rather, don't.
...How was your... eh... trip?” Artemis felt the sting of tears in his own eyes. “Um, eventful...
Holly, do you trust me?” Holly groaned. “Artemis, don’t ask me that. I just know one of your outrageous plans is coming.” “Do you trust me?” “Yes,” Holly sighed. “I do. More than anyone.
I don't suppose you would consider peaceful surrender?
Certainly, Doctor. Let's talk about your chair. Victorian?
I don't like lollipops.
Artemis ducked. Cudgeon didn't. Guess what? Artemis was smarter.
Trust me. I haven't been wrong yet.
But even though there were plenty of teeth in the grin, there was no heart.
Radomosity, thought Artemis. And he felt like weeping.