Butler: Perhaps you do, but this ball presents signifigant risks.
Artemis: Here comes a shuttle.
Butler: How can you tell? You aren't wearing any glasses...
Artemis: ...
Butler: Well?
Artemis: I can't see it anymore... Something's up...
Butler: Perhaps this is more meddling from the author...
Artemis: I might have to do more hacking.
Butler: Are you sure that is wise, sir?
Artemis: The well bred contradict other people. The wise contradict themselves.
Butler: More Oscar Wilde?
Artemis: I am quite aware of the fact.
*Butlers phone beeps, he checks it.*
Butler: Two small blips coming into the grounds.
Artemis: Airborne or groundbound?
Butler: Groundbound. Moving at just above walking speed.
Artemis: Size?
Bulter: Pixie sized, approximately.
Artemis: It must be Opal Kobois henchmen!
Butler: The blips have entered the house... Losing radar signals.
*The sky darkens, and lightning flashes outside the windows.*
Artemis: It seems that poetic licence has overidden the laws of nature. Yet again.
Butler: Shall I contact the weather channel? Surely the people of Dublin would benefit from having a heads up as to this mysterious storm?
Artemis: Butler... Since when do we care about other people?
Butler: Perhaps we should concentrate less on moral dilemmas and more on the odd shadow that just passed behind you?
Artemis: I am sure that it is nothing but another literary cliche. This chapter seems to contain many of them.
Butler: Down. Now. *Pulls out gun.* Show yourself!
Mysterious Literary Cliche: Is that any way to treat family?
Artemis: Could this mysterious literary cliche be... My brother?
Myles: Obviously. I is nearly as devious as you!
Artemis: Is the misuse of that verb an attempt to portray you as jeuvenile?
Myles: ...I never thought to analyze it in that way.
Artemis: How could such a thing happen!
Butler: More importantly, where is Beckett?
Myles: He's with... We were...
Artemis: Who?
Myles: I'll never tell you! You are soon to become mentally unsound!
Artemis: How? This is written just after the book "The Lost Colony"! I could understand reading ONE book ahead, but TWO is just ridiculous! I ask you again, brother. Who is influencing you?
Myles: He watches over us all... He controls everything we do... He sees our future...
Artemis: Larry King?
Myles: No... The author, Riquez Oro.
Artemis: I should have guessed he was behind this! all the mediocre literary cliches in this work SCREAM Riquez Oro.
Butler: But, where is Beckett?
Myles: You shouldn't worry about Beckett, the worst he can do is clout you with a skateboard.
Artemis: What does-OUCH!
Becket: Do you like my cool board DUDE?
Artemis: Dude. This is horriffic. Terrible. Aweful. A Fowl just uttered the word... dude.
Becket: Muahahahahahahahahaa!
Myles: Muahahahahahahahahaa!
Butler: I suppose Riquez Oro also taught you good evil laugh.
Myles: Indeed.
Becket: Can we put on costumes now?
Myles: Yes. Our real purpose here are to attend the costume party!
Artemis: My head hurts too much from your atrocious verb use and slang to argue. Fine.