"I'll get it" came a call from the kitchen. A minute later a buzz of voices could be heard from the hallway. Artemis struggled to lift his leg and walked to the side of the room, arm resting on the doorframe. He saw two shadowy figures by the front door, one of them Butler, one a girl with a pizza. A mad idea came into his head. He raised his metal arm, spinning it round and round, and charged. The girl gave a half-scream as the arm knocked into her chest, and Butler sank to his knees distraught, money for the pizza spilling onto the floor. "Artemis! What have you done to this poor pizza girl!?" he wept.

"It's not a pizza girl. It's a pizza man, man!" cried Artemis, crouching behind the form of the pizza person and grabbing hold of the face. He pulled and pulled to no ado, then "Oh... my bad" he shrugged, letting the head flop back down. "Let's blow this joint!"

Butler gazed open mouthed at the boy transformed, then helplessly followed after Artemis, blowing big loud nose blows into his hanky.

They strode for some time along a street, with the clank clank of Artemis's leg and the Bwhoff Bwfhhuhfh of Butler's nose, before stopping in front of a computer store. "Watch this" Artemis called, walking straight into the glass of the display window, his new nose easily ploughing through the glass before him. Alarms rang deafeningly and Artemis picked up an Apple iBook and walked back out.

"Didn't see one at the pad" explained Artemis, casually shaking off the pitiful attacks of the storeowners and various policemen. "If I am going to rule the universe, I think one of these could come in handy. Plus, Solitaire is a real time killer."

And back at the apartment, with the noise of choppers all around and big loudspeakers blaring incoherently, Artemis arranged a flight to Washington DC, no return, for himself and Butler.

Arriving later that day, leaving behind a trail of money, mangled corpses and injured federal men, Artemis wasted no time in buying himself a Big Mac Combo.

After Artemis was fed and watered, they finally arrived at the White House, making a beeline for the Oval Office. As they carried down the corridor, they noticed two SS men guarding the door. Artemis and Butler met eyes, Artemis with an evil metallic gleam to his, and Butler with a nothing- to-lose weeping sheen. Then, Butler nodded and they charged, with a war cry straight out of Braveheart, towards the individuals ahead. Yet, for some reason, they slowed down a bit halfway, with a hiss from Artemis; "Isthtpxndchps" he hissed. "Thnkswhtshdwd" Butler hissed back.

And it was Pex and Chips and they lifted their guns and BAM a bullet was shot right into Artemis' heart. But, his metal heart deflected the blow and it bounced off it into Butler's shoulder.

"Nooooooo," screamed Artemis. "My new Armani suit!"

And now, more enraged than ever, he said, teeth clenched, "You will pay for this!" and he strode right up to shifty-eyed Pex and Chips and slapped them silly. This would have been funny if it was a different situation; Artemis slapped like a girl. But now with his super arm these blows he struck, struck pretty hard. Pex and Chips were soon on the floor begging for mercy.

Artemis declared:"You shall be my henchmen," gave them one last blow to ensure their unconsciousness, and pushed open the large doors into the Oval Office.

Artemis was taken far aback when he discovered just who was hunched over the Presidential desk indeed.