Artemis Fowl got out of bed. He was thirteen today, not that it was inportant taking into account that he had been thirteen yesterday as well and expected to be thirteen for another four months, three weeks, two days, seven hours and fourty seven seconds - well, fourty six seconds now. There was a soft knocking.
"May I come in?" asked Juliet Butler's voice (presumably with body attached)
"Yes," said Artemis, "Through the door please," Juliet entered with a tray of breakfast and no, the tray was not made of breakfast as that would be a totally abominably gross (does Artemis use a word like gross??) sight, but a tray with a plate full of breakfast on it.
"Thankyou, Juliet," said Artemis, "And would you please inform Butler that I will be ready to take the plane to Cairo in two hours and sixteen minutes," "And shut the door," he added as an afterthought. Juliet shut the door and proceeded down to the kitchen through the bedroom window. Artemis sighed. Somtimes he really wished he had someone as intelligent as him to talk with. Artemis was on the plane to Cairo. Well, he wasn't on the plane exactly - in fact, he was in it. He was bored. Even in his private jet it would take several hours to reach Cairo. He thought about how easy it would be if people could just move from one place to another without taking up any time. Time is not like Room. You may be sitting in a bus with a really fat friend and be really squashed because the fatty is taking up all the room. Then, when fatty gets kicked off for obstructing all the other passengers and put on a diet you can take up all the room (assuming you are not kicked off as well). With time, once anyone fat (or anyone thin, or with freckles, or called Jack Sparrow or even a one eyed eleven fingered hydrophobe) has taken up your time, you cannot have it back again when that person has gone, and if that person was trying to sell you something, a teacher or in Artemis' case, nearly everyone else, the time you have spent with that person is nearly always wasted. Artemis was wasting time now. He couldn't acces his computer due to a hacker virus he was creating which needed twentyfour hours to process, he could't phone his friends to kill time - no, not litterately, it's just a phrase - because he didn't have any friends, and he couldn't continue with his plot to steal the crown jewels because he needed his computer......
This story ends because I cannot think of what else to put in it.