The Last Will and Testament of Artemis Fowl II
The last will and testament of Artemis Fowl the Second. Being the final wishes of Artemis Fowl in the event of his death at the hands of the pixie Opal Koboi. Should he survive for forty eight hours after the date of writing, this will becomes null and void and shall have no legal weight in any court human or fairy. I, Artemis Fowl the Second, being of exceedingly sound mind and reasonably sound body bequeath my estate and advice as follows. To my father I leave the three hundred million dollars in bearer bonds that are hidden, believe it or not, under my own bed, the last spot anyone would look and possibly the most booby trapped place on earth. Butler will know how to disengage the security measures. To my darling mother I leave my shocks portfolio including my shares in ethical funds and registered charities which I know she will manage with her usual moral determination and I also bequeath to her the department store on New York's fifth avenue which I had planned to give to her on her birthday. I wish my brother Myles to inherit my laboratory and all its equipment with access to the special projects room to be granted to his eighth birthday when he will be mature enough to deal with other dimensions aliens and time travel. For my brother Beckett I have purchased a lifetime's supply of slime so he can coat himself in gunge as often as he pleases. I also wish Beckett to have the ant farm provided he promises not to eat any of them. My faithful bodyguard Butler is of course entitled to his generous severance package and is under no obligation to stay but it would be greatly appreciated if he renewed his contract and remained in the employ of the Fowl family. Apart from his pension I wish Butler to become legal owner of the apartments in which he has lived since I was born and the dojo where he tried to teach me to fight. To Juliet Butler who has protected my brothers so faithfully I leave my sound system which is based on gel speaker technology and which should make even her collection of modern music sound reasonably non-offensive. I also leave to Juliet the three sports cars and a lifetime subscription to the wrestling channel. To my friend Captain Holly Short of the Lower Elements Police I leave the thirty seven solid gold bars that were the price of her release when I kidnapped her all those years ago. I know that I can never make up for that crime but hopefully you think of me as a friend when you do think of me. To the dwarf Mulch Diggums I leave the refrigerated warehouse in London docklands that is stocked with enough frozen chicken to satisfy even his appetite for several decades. To the centaur Foaly I leave the blueprints to an interstellar craft that is so advanced it makes his spacecraft look like hot air balloons. I have hidden the designs inside his own system where he would never think to look for them. To find them Foaly must open his own security file on me blink eight times and say the words Artemis Fowl is smarter than I am. If this does not work than at least I will smile in the afterlife.
A/N: DISCLAIMER! All rights go to the all mighty Eoin Colfer. I (sadly) do not own the Artemis Fowl series or any of the characters. This is simply one of translations of the beautiful language that is Gnomish.