Holly: Anyone here?
Trouble: Is the ALMB here?
Holly: Uh…the L goes before the A in lamb, Trouble.
Trouble: Armpit. Lice. Mud. Boy.
Loretta: Hey! Is Mulch here?
Loretta: *sigh* …Don’t you just love it when he does that?!
Trouble: Not really, no.
Loretta: How can you NOT love Mulchy’s burps?! There must be something wrong in your head!
Mulch: There is, Loretta, there is. (Don’t. Call. Me. MULCHY!!!)
Trouble: You know, I can have you arrested, convict.
Mulch: WOW. Are you and Root, like, brothers?
Holly: *shudder* Don’t say ‘brothers’ and ‘Root’ in the same sentence, if it can be avoided.
Artemis: Turnball’s dead, Holly. There’s no reason to fear.
Trouble: There’s reason to fear your face, Fowl.
Artemis: Escpecially when there’s a vampire smirk on it. Which there is right now, Mr. Kelp.
Mulch: Case in point.
Holly: Oh, don’t doubt it. Trouble can be very…’Commanding.’ *smirk*
Mulch: We don’t need more details.
Holly: Oh, I’ll leave you ‘hanging’. *smirk*
Loretta: Ditto on Trouble.
Mulch: Ditto on Loretta.
Trouble: Ditto on Mulch on Loretta on me.
Mulch: Ditto on Trouble on me on Loretta on Trouble.
Artemis: Ditto on Mulch on Trouble on Mulch on Loretta on Trouble.
Foaly: Hey all.
Foaly: Oh. OH!
Foaly: Ditto on Artemis on Mulch on Trouble on Mulch on Loretta on Trouble.
Caballine: Ditto on Foaly on Artemis on Mulch on Trouble on Mulch on Loretta on Trouble.
Mulch: *giggle* This is FUN!
Trouble: If this is your idea of FUN, convict, then you need to get out more often.
Mulch: I do. In fact I have a date with Loretta today. Loretta, ya think we can make it later? I want to play the ditto game.
Loretta: Me too. Sure. I’ll call right now.
Holly: I G2G. But remember, I caused the ditto game. You guys owe me.
Bob: Ditto game?! I’m in!
Bob: Now what are we dittoing about…Oh.
Bob: Ditto on Caballine on Foaly on Artemis on Mulch on Trouble on Mulch on Loretta on Trouble.
Foaly: Hey, Minerva. I’m in such a good mood because of the ditto game, I’m not even going to make fun of you.
Minerva: Thank God, and–wait. GAME!
Foaly: Yeah. Want to play?
Minerva: No. It seems childish.
Foaly: Oh, come on! It’s fun!
Minerva: Oh, all right.
Minerva: Ditto on Bob on Caballine on Foaly on Artemis on Mulch on Trouble on Mulch on Loretta on Trouble.
Loretta: I’m back!
Loretta: Ditto on Minerva on Bob on Caballine on Foaly on Artemis on Mulch on Trouble on Mulch on Loretta on Trouble.
Artemis: Ditto on Loretta on Minerva on Bob on Caballine on Foaly on me on Mulch on Trouble on Mulch on Loretta on Trouble.
Trouble: This is getting tiresome.
Loretta: Then leave.
Trouble: I think I will.
Bob: Ditto on Artemis on Loretta on Minerva on me on Caballine on Foaly on Artemis on Mulch on Trouble on Mulch on Loretta on Trouble.
Artemis: Oh dear.
Opal: Oh, for heaven’s sake. Don’t be alarmed. I have come to play the DittoGame.
Opal: Yes! Although established only but two minutes ago, the DittoGame has become famous and has already gained its own Wikipedia page. And I, being the genius that I am, have discovered it while on my prison computer network, given to me through a series of bribes. So, let us play the DittoGame!
Opal: Ditto on Bob on Artemis on Loretta on Minerva on Bob on Caballine on Foaly on Artemis on Mulch on Trouble on Mulch on Loretta on Trouble.
Opal: Oh, I’m not going to hack you, Mud Boy. Let’s be peaceful for a a while and play the game.
Mulch: Amazing what the power of the DittoGame can do, right?
Mulch: Ditto on Opal on Bob on Artemis on Loretta on Minerva on Bob on Caballine on Foaly on Artemis on me on Trouble on me on Loretta on Trouble.
Artemis: I shall leave immediately. Nothing personal, Opal. Well, wait…oh, forget it.
Loretta: I have to go.
Loretta: Reasons! Must you be so pry-ey?!
Minerva: Well, that leaves me and Foaly. And Mulch. And Caballine.
Bob: And me.
Minerva: If you are to remain here, I must insist on knowing your identity.
Minerva: Because, to coin a phase, you, sir, are creeping me out.
Bob has been blocked from Facebook.
Minerva: I have some powers you haven’t heard of. The power to control Facebook!
Minerva: Good thing you chose to be nice to me this time around, eh?
Minerva: All alone…
Mulch: Not quite.
Minerva: But you’re leaving?
Mulch: What to talk about?
Minerva: You know, I can’t really control Facebook. I’m an administrator.
Mulch: Uh…Facebook has ADMINISTRATORS!?
Mulch: I’m gone.
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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