Artemis, the barer of…
news.
Artemis: Hello, Interviewer, Foaly, Trouble and Minerva. I have… news for you.
Trouble: Good news or bad news?
Artemis: Err, I dunno just news.
Minerva: How big is this news?
Artemis: Err, quite small. About the size of a pen.
Foaly: Is it important news?
Artemis: Yeah it's pretty important news. Anyway let me get on with it… I need your help with something. You see… Holly, is… well… she's had a baby.
The interviewer and trouble went very red in the face and said together…
Interviewer and trouble: who's the father?
Artemis goes bright red.
Artemis: Well… I am.
Foaly: What the fuck!
Artemis: Yeah that's what I said.
Trouble: You're only fourteen!
Artemis: Err, yeah…
Interviewer: And she's eighty!
Artemis: Err, yeah, that to.
Minerva: How could you do this to me Artemis!
Artemis: Well, we went into her room, took of all our clothes and then had sex, it was pretty simple really.
Minerva: It was a rhetorical question, moron! All this sex has gone to your head.
Artemis: Actually its gone into a little…..
Minerva: SHUT UP!
Artemis: You shut up, what the hell is wrong with you?
Minerva: IM PREGNANT!
Artemis: Good for you…….. Who's the father? …………….. Oh no, its me isn't it.
Minerva nods and Artemis faints, the others tiptoe out of the room.
Holly walks into the room with their daughter, little Artemisia and sees Artemis on the floor and Minerva crying, sighs and walks back out of the room.
The end!