Foaly: No one’s here. Guess I’ll just sing. I am a centaur, yes, a centaur is what I am!
Artemis: Pardon me? 😮
Foaly: You didn’t see that.
Artemis: Or what, centaur?
Foaly: Don’t refer to me as a centaur, Mud Boy.
Artemis: Whyever not? It’s clear that ‘You is a centaur, yes, a centaur is what you is’.
Foaly: You didn’t see that…or I tell everyone how you and Holly admitted your feelings for each other, a.k.a. ❤
Bob: What’s going on?
Minerva: Oh, not YOU again!
Foaly: Oh, not MINERVA again!
Artemis: ^I agree totally.
Minerva: When did YOU turn against me??????
Artemis: When you spazzed after I hung up on you during the demon thing.
Bob: OOOOH! What’s THIS I hear about Holly and Arty???
Artemis: Oh, Foaly. Why must you always…*groan*
Bob: OMG!!!!!!!!!! OMG!!!!!!!
Trouble: Hey. What’s going on?
Artemis: Hello, Trouble.
Trouble: Oh. Mud Boy’s here. Armpit lice, Fowl, don’t forget.
Artemis: How could I?
Trouble: And he probably brought his bodyguard, and that other genius Mud Girl.
Artemis: Other Mud GIRL? I am not a female.
Trouble: And I am not a chatter, so let’s get this over with. Where’s Holly?
Artemis: Not here yet.
Trouble: Then ther’s no reason to be here.
Artemis: There is the reason of endlessly torturing me with your *pathetic* insults.
Trouble: Oh, what? WHO’S pathetic?!
Artemis: Clearly, I was referring to you. Clearly you need help with your eyesight. (Or just plain need help.)
Minerva: Excuse me, but I have to leave. I will be back tomorrow.
Foaly: Look! Someone who cares!
Bob: And good-bye to you.
Minerva: Before I leave…
Foaly: *groans* Oh, pleeeeeease, don’t delay your leaving!
Minerva: BEFORE I LEAVE, I want to know something.
Artemis: No, I will not date you, and no, I did not listen to your thirty seven thousandth message on my answering machine, and yes, I do keep track of how many messages you leave, because I need to have an accurate measurement before I press charges.
Minerva: You’re pressing charges…? Oh, just forget it. What I want to know is…WHO ARE YOU, BOB?
Bob: Clearly, I’m Bob. Who is Salt? Obviously she’s Salt. Who is Bob? Obviously, HE’S BOB. Jeez! For a genius, you sure are dull…and now I leave.
Minerva: Me too.
Caballine: Foaly, come on! We’ve been waiting at the pod launcher for TWO HOURS!
Foaly: Okay. On my way.
Caballine: You’ve been saying you’re ‘On your way’ for hours! I hope you mean it this time.
Artemis: Where are you going?
Foaly: On a trip, to the Bermuda Triangle.
Artemis: Amazing! You mean to say that fairies know what’s THERE?!
Foaly: Yup. For decades now. It’s really quite interesting.
Artemis: Well, what is it, man?! Speak up!
Foaly: It’s actually a…oh, man, I have to go, Caballine’s furious. Another time, Mud Boy!
Artemis: No, wait, I have to know–oh, forget it. *disgusting sigh*
Trouble: I’m out.
Artemis: I really don’t care.
Trouble: I don’t care that you don’t care. *leaves*
Artemis: I suppose that just leaves me and…Bob! Are you there?
Bob: Yeah, but I have to go terrorize some other random person’s Facebook. My time here is up. Later.
Artemis: All alone. Well, I suppose I’m the first intelligent conversation I’ve had in a while. Maybe I should talk to myself…
Bob: Not cool.
Summary: This may not be how Facebook works, but like I know how it works. Overprotective parents, remember. Just read, for Pete's sake.
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