A Ghost from the Past

The Speaker banged his gavel and glowered imperiously at the politicians below him.

"We are currently debating the motion that Artemis Fowl II be admitted to the British Criminals Hall of Fame. "I call the honourable Member for Devon to speak."

The young man rose. "Mr. Speaker, while his achievements are impressive, Artemis Fowl II must never be allowed to represent the British idea of criminality. I call your attention to the year 2000, in which he is recorded as using the word 'lollipops' –"

The gathering erupted into chaos before he could finish. Amidst the giggles of most of the older parliamentarians were the shouted objections of those supporting the motion, and the spasmodic chuckles of almost everyone else. The Speaker started to bang his gavel, then gave in to his own fit of giggles.

"Lollipops!!" he gurgled between wheezing breaths. "Hee hee! Lollies…you get on a stick!! Tee hee! Lollipops!"

Artemis Fowl II, watching from the Gallery, tried to resist the urge to leap off the balcony and strangle every single one of the hysterical politicians. Instead, he turned and left the Chamber with all the dignity he had left. There would be grave punishment for this.

Grave, grave punishment.


Okay, I think that might have been a little predictable, but I felt bad about being lazy on Thursday, so I had to write SOMEthing. Anyway, I hope you didn't hate it, and I'll try to work extra-hard on something for tomorrow.

Sleep well tonight, boys and girls. (Did that sound as creepy as I think it did? I didn't mean it to sound scary. I just didn't know what to say, lol.)

Anyway, just...have a good day. Or something.