Hey, hope y'all like this. Sorry it took a long time to update, I've been trying to think about TUT. But that's no excuse. Do y'all prefer longer chapters and more time between updates, or short chapters and more frequent updates. I'm open to suggestions.

I still need ideas, so feel free to suggest stuff.

Juliet smirked an evil smirk that Artemis would've been proud of had he not been afraid of her next move.

"No°1. Truth or dare?"

"Hmm." The little imp tapped his chin. "I'll go with truth."

Juliet's smirk grew. "Perfect. No°1, you saw in Artemis' head when he did that last truth, right?"

He nodded.

"Tell me–what was the name of the girl? First and last."

No°1 gulped. He gave Artemis the most apologetic look he could conjure up and drew a deep breath. "Hollyshort." He said, really fast.

"I'm sorry, No°1, I didn't quite catch that. Could you say it a bit slower this time?" Juliet asked. She knew the answer perfectly well, she just wanted to torture the poor boy a little longer.

"Holly Short."

Holly got up, her face a color of red that even the late Commander Julius Root hadn't seen before, and ran upstairs. Artemis followed her, his face an equal shade, if not redder.

Juliet and Foaly laughed and high-fived. "Oh my Frond!" Foaly exclaimed. "Holly just invented a new shade of red!"

Juliet giggled. "We have got to come up with a ship name!"

"Already got one. They are Hartemis, now and forever!"

"All in favor of shipping Hartemis, say 'Aye'!" Juliet added.

Mulch said 'Aye', along with Juliet and Foaly. Butler honestly didn't care, and let's face it, Trouble had major feelings for Holly. If anything, this just gave him another reason to hate the Mud Boy.

Holly and Artemis ran into his room and locked the door behind them.

"Holly", Artemis questioned, "are you mad?"

"Not at you, no." She replied. "I'm mad at that filthy Mud Girl. I say we have ourselves a little revenge to serve."

Artemis smiled that eerie vampire smile of his. "Revenge is a dish best served cold, Holly."

"I know. And I have a plan."

"Enlighten me?"

"Since Juliet picked No°1, it is his turn to pick. He is closer to me than to anyone else playing this stupid game, so I'm sure he'll help us. I have a dare in mind. We just have to hope Butler will pick dare."

"Wait, this concerns Butler? Holly, I suddenly am doubting this and your sanity."

Holly smiled and put her hand on the boy's shoulder. "Don't worry, Mud Boy, nothing's gonna happen to the big guy. I'm not that stupid. Wait…is there a possibility that Juliet can beat Butler in a wrestling match?"

Artemis' smirk returned. "Not a chance."

"Good. I'll get No°1. You wait here."

"Of course, Holly. I'd love to help."

"Okay, here's what you have to do. Ask Butler, and make sure he says dare."

"He's Butler. I'm sure he'll say dare."

"Okay. What should the punishment be?"

Artemis thought for a moment, then smirked evilly.

"Loser has to lick Mulch's foot."

Holly gagged and No°1's face turned a pale shade of green. After they recovered, Holly giggled.

"Artemis, you are a genius!"

Said genius raised an eyebrow at the elf. "I think I am aware of that, Holly."

No°1 smiled. "Let's go. We have revenge to serve."

Artemis stopped him. "Wait. If we go down there like this, everyone else will surely suspect that we have been plotting against them. We need to go out like we came in. You two go down first, No°1 patting Holly on the back and comforting her, and I'll follow a few feet behind."

"And you two need to blush." No°1 added.

Holly put one hand on her hip. "And how do you suppose we do that, No°1? We can't exactly make ourselves blush."

"Yes you can." The little imp insisted. "Just remember when you kissed."

The boy's and elf's cheeks flushed an impressive shade of red. No°1 chuckled. "See?"

They made their way down the stairs as Artemis suggested, and took their places on the couch. Juliet grinned smugly at Artemis as she saw how red his face was.

"Okay" Started No°1. "Butler, truth or dare?"

The bodyguard sighed. "Dare."

"I dare you to compete in a wrestling match with Juliet. Loser has to lick Mulch's foot."

Juliet's smug grin turned into a glare full of daggers at Artemis. He smiled back at her. Then Juliet fully comprehended what she would have to do. Even with Kevlar woven into his chest, there was no way she could possibly beat him in a wrestling match, especially considering what was at stake. The thought made her turn slightly green.

Everyone followed Butler put to the dojo, where he and his little sister stood across from one another about seven feet apart as everyone else watched. Mulch marched up in between them with a whistle.

Butler eyed him suspiciously. "You don't have to be a referee."

Mulch shrugged. "I know. I just wanted to make it up to you before one of you has to lick my foot. So three, two, one!" He blew the whistle and hurried out of the way. Butler inched closer to his sister as she tried to edge away. Her big brother sighed and held his hands up defensively.

"Sorry, Jules, but I'm not licking the foot of a dwarf who doesn't know the purpose of a showerhead." With that, he lunged forward and had her pinned to the floor in a matter of seconds.

She struggled, but the bodygaurd had pinned her in such a way that she couldn't move anything but her head. She exhaled loudly, defeated, as Mulch counted to ten and blew the whistle. Butler pulled himself off of his little sister, giving her an apologetic look as Mulch sat on a bench and took off his shoe. Juliet glared at Artemis with all the hate she could before sitting in front of the dwarf, hesitantly stuck her tongue out, and pressed it to the hairy foot for half a second before pulling it away. She then bolted out of the dojo and into the manor. They found out later that it had taken an entire container of Icebreakers before the taste went away.

WARNING: THIS SECTION IS NOT RELEVANT TO THE STORY AMD YOU MAY SKIP IT IF YOU HAVE A WEAK STOMACH.

I'm going to try to describe the taste to you. Do not read if you have a particularly weak stomach.

Imagine you put wet dog food out in the blazing sun, leave it there for a week, then put it in the blender. Add a couple rotten eggs. Leave a piece of ham out in the sun for a few days, cover it in dog poo, and add it to the mix. Then take your least favorite food, roll it in week-old fly guts, and add it in. Blend and leave in the sun for a few days before drinking. That's what it tasted like.