Everyone was deciding what to do with Sool now, since he kind of…..um……died?
"Well, what can we do now?" Foaly asked.
"I think," Holly stated, "that the world will be better off without him."
"Yeah, who likes him anyway?" (Artemis)
"Why don't we just leave Sool there, forget about him and just walk away as if nothing happened?" suggested Holly brightly, "He deserved it, that mean, despicable, evil, ST, TRECHEROUS, MEAN, um… THING!"
"You can't do that! That's almost as mean as he is! I think you should go rescue him." (Foaly)
"Are you three just going to keep debating? Why don't we do this in a quicker way. It's called 'voting'."
So, Foaly voted for rescuing Sool (his weekly pay depends on it), Holly voted for leaving him there, and Artemis voted for rescuing him then torturing him.
"Nope, we are going to leave him. You can't make me go save him! Not what he done to me!" exclaimed Holly, "He's staying there and you know you can't make me."
Right at that moment, Mulch came in. "Hi, have you decided what to do with Sool yet?"
"Nope."
"Well, I would rescue him and then, drag him all the way to Eleven Wonders and feed him to the trolls."
"Hey, that sounds good! Except, isn't that plagiarizing?"
Holly gasped. "Mulch! That's…that's …terrible! That's so immoral of you! And you agree with him, Artemis? You guys are soooooooo disgusting! Well, I'm going to rescue him. You are so gruesome, I must say you got some Mud Man blood in you!" She went to the time machine while Foaly set everything up.
As the time machine began to whisk her away backwards in time, Holly suddenly realized that she accidentally went against what she so vehemently sworn not to do.
"D'arvit!"
Author's Note:
I hope this was funny. After a devastating Chapter 3 and a humourless Chapter 4, I hope this fanfic will be as good as it started out. And….I need more reviews!………..please?…………….pretty please?…………..pretty please with a cherry on top?
What with the "devastating Chapter 3 and a humourless Chapter 4"? If I get more pessimistic, I will sound like Lemony Snicket, no offence. "If you want to read a book about happy little elves instead of mean, blown up ones, dear reader, I would advise you to put the book down…"