Inside the mirrored elevator, Mulch used a telescopic pointer to push P for the penthouse. For the first few months he had jumped to reach the button, but that was undignified behavior for a millionaire. And besides, he was certain that Art could hear the thumping from the security desk.

How was your... eh... trip?" Artemis felt the sting of tears in his own eyes. "Um, eventful.

It was calling me, that button," he offered as his excuse. "I couldn't resist." -MULCH DIGGUMS ON A HIGHLY PRESS-ABLE BUTTON-

Butler could kill you a hundred different ways without use of his armoury. Though I'm sure one would be quite sufficient.

Satan was crouched in the corner of his office, playing a gameboy, 'Die alien scum' he was saying feverishly.

A fifeteen-year old, of to save the world, with faries. - Angeline Fowl

The Theory of Evolution has more holes in it than a dam made out of Swiss cheese.