I just love being random...
Oh, and the song lyrics belong entirely to The Romantics, and Artemis, Holly, Foaly, and Butler belong entirely to Eoin Colfer. I own jack. Except for maybe the car Holly is driving.
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Holly was driving very fast on the Freeway.
"Holly," Artemis said, "you're driving too fast."
Holly turned up the radio, and ignored Artemis.
"How rude." Artemis said, rolling down the window.
It was raining. Hard. So Artemis proceeded to stick is hand out the window to feel the raindrops.
"Stop that!" Holly said, swerving to avoid crashing into a Hummer.
Artemis turned up the radio, and ignored Holly.
Foaly, who was in the backseat, snorted.
"Do you need a kleenex, Foaly?" Holly asked, spinning the steerling wheel madly.
"No, no." Foaly answered.
"I need one!" Artemis said, wiping his nose on his lapel.
"You're disgusting, Artemis." Holly said.
Holly kept driving. And driving. Until Artemis saw a sign that said "Welcome to Indiana"
"Holy crap!" Artemis said, watching the sign fly by, "You drove us to Indiana!"
"Oh, crud," Holly said, "We over-shot Kentucky."
"I still need a kleenex." Artemis said.
"Shut up, Artemis." Holly growled.
So they drove. And drove.
"I'm carsick." Artemis said, finally.
"Then throw up." Holly said, chugging some root beer expertly.
So Artemis tossed his cookies. On Holly. He'd actually been aiming for Holly's window, but missed.
"I suck at aiming." He said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Holly turned up the radio even louder.
Foaly and Butler's eardrums just about died.
"Hey," Artemis said, "It's one of those sappy love songs!"
He began to sing along.
"What I like about you..." He sang, very loudly.
Then Holly slapped her hand over his mouth.
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