WHY'S NOBODY PLAYING MY SUGAR GAME?

wheee! going underground now! alli hoop

Chapter 6

Holly groaned. "Her? Not again!"

Root was pale. The normal greenish-red tint was out of his face. "I'm afraid, yes, again..." he responded. He turned to his intercom, and pressed a button. "Hey, Foaly, get your little tail the hell in here, pronto!" he yelled.

A minute later, Foaly, his tin-foil helmet firmly in place, came into the Commander's office at a trot, and stopped dead. Everyone seemed to be sulking in here. Also, Root didn't seem his normal self. He looked sort of cold and clammy. Maybe he just needed a cup of hot tea. Or a puff on his mushroom cigar. Yes, that would be it. Well, it's not as if he could know anything... yet... ok, smile, and try to say something that is the least bit intelligent...

"Hey, Julius, whazzup?"... um, not exactly what he had in mind...
Root looked up at Foaly. The only way you could see that he was thoroughly pissed was by looking into the flame that was burning steadily in his eyes. "Do you know what the hell has happened?" he whispered.

Foaly winced. D'arvit. He knew. It would be better if he yelled. The calmness in his voice was slightly disconcerting.

The commander continued. "The council has poured tons of gold into the building of the high security cells. You check her cell every five years, EVERY FIVE YEARS! And now, She has escaped. Kataluna has escaped!" Root's voice was growing with every word, until the glow cube on the desk had started to sputter, and went out.

Through the dark, Root continued, starting at a whisper again. "So now she's gone. We have a transforming identity thief and mass murderer on the loose. And you just checked her high-security cell yesterday. When were you planing to tell me? In another FIVE YEARS?"

Foaly bowed his head. He really didn't know what to say. It wasn't often you see the commander like this. Hell, he barely saw Julius, ever since that last extravaganza with the young prodigy, the Fowl character.

Root then stood up, and stepped around his desk. He reached for the glow cube, and wrapped his bony hands around it. He concentrated on making it glow, and it started to reflect his mood, a dark, mysterious blue. "However," he said, "you are not the only one who is to blame."

He closed his eyes. D'arvit, this was going to be hard.

"I, also am to blame. I admit to an extreme folly, which could cost us dearly." His voice started to crack, and a tear had formed upon his cheek. "I admit that I didn't exactly follow the law. I went in to her cell a week after she was checked. Unfortunately, she took that as a cue to take off."

Holly furled her brow. "What were you even doing in there anyway?"

Root sighed even heavier (if that's still possible), and said "She was my girlfriend."

ooh, Kat, you naughty girl! you need to be penaltised for your humungus stupidity! I know you like Root, but Dating him? that's out of the question!

ok, now sugar game time!

Their ways prosper at all times;
your judgments are on high, out
of their sight;
as for their foes, they scoff at
them. They think in their heart, "We
shall not be moved;
throughout all generations we
shall not meet adversity."

ok, guess what book, one point guess what chapter, two points guess what verses, three points

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