Okay, so basically inspired to write a drabble by Jamie Love, I will attempt one. I am not good at drabbles, mainly because I tend to ramble on. A lot. Ah well. By the way, folks, I am thinking about deleteing 'Life Below Ground'. I'm not sure though. And also, the new chapter of 'The New Girl' could be a while. Oo Oh dear. I don't sound like a very attentive author, do I?

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Artemis Fowl, any of its ideas, characters, settings or plot events. Those belong to Eoin Colfer.


I can't believe I've run out cigars. It's… just… not… possible. There are always cigars in that drawer. Where did they go? There were at least fifty there yesterday… who stole them?

I know everyone hates them, especially the pony…That's partly why I smoke them. Wait a minute. The pony. Oh, I'm going to kill him if he's stolen them… my precious cigars…

I storm out of my office, and straight up to that Ops Booth. And guess what? He's locked the door. D'Arvit. I bang it a few times. No-one bats an eyelid. It's my usual business to do this after all. But when I start screaming the words 'cigars' and 'slow, painful death', oh, they're looking now.

Foaly turns the window to the booth transparent, and he's smiling. All my cigars, all in there… and he's casually throwing them into the recycler, one by one…

I'm going to kill that pony.


Well, I tried…. I don't like this much. Ah well. It's 153 words long. D'Arvit.