Conscience: Nicola does not own Artemis Fowl. And she's not going to take over the world, at least if I have anything to say about it. But she doesn't like listening to me...

(Looks sad.)

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Artemis: When are you going to stop saying "See you next chapter" to no one, then staring into space?

Nic: When it's the next chapter, which is about when you started talking.

Mulch: Does that mean I can find out what my dare is?

Nic: Yeah, pretty much.

Mulch: What is it?

Nic: (Smiles evilly.) You have to insult my Anti-Conscience, without telling it that it's a dare until afterwards.

Mulch: What?! But it will burn me into a cinder!

Nic: That's why it's a dare, isn't it? What did you think it would be? Declaring your undying love for Artemis.

Mulch: Isn't that the kind of dare that most teenaged girls come up with?

Nic: Since when have I been "most teenaged girls"? Most teenaged girls don't kidnap book charac... I mean ordinary people and force them to play Truth or Dare against their will! Are you going to do it, or do I have to send you back home? And trust me, I'd make what I did to Foaly seem a walk in the park.

Mulch: I'd do it, but your Anti-Conscience seems to be missing.

Nic: I can fix that. Oh, Anti-Conscience? Mulch here wants to have a word with you.

(Anti-Conscience (who looks like a devil) appears out of nowhere.)

Anti-Conscience: What do you want, you pathetic little dwarf?

Mulch: (Looking very nervous) Um... You're a pathetic excuse for... a hamster. You're a... good little creature, who always gives apples to the teacher. You got chucked out of hell because you're friends with... god. Is that his name? You let her Conscience do all the work because you're too scared. You should be the conscience, because you're a whole lot nicer than her.

Anti-Conscience: Why you...

(A fireball appears in his hand. He throws it at Mulch, but it misses, since Mulch is running away. Anti-Conscience runs after him, a fireball in each hand.)

Nic: Anti-Conscience? Mulch only said that as a dare.

(Anti Conscience teleports to next to Nic.)

Anti-Conscience: Why you... I thought you liked me. Why did you come up with that idea?

Nic: It was Conscience's idea.

Anti-Conscience: Figures... I have a bone to pick with Conscience.

(Anti-Conscience disappears)

Mulch: I get a feeling that her Conscience will be scorched next time we see it.

Foaly: I agree.