Mulch's tongue lolled out, resting on the centaur's neck. "Mmm," he mumbled around his tongue. "Horse. Tasty" "Let's go," said Foaly nervously. "Let's go right now.

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

We're being lead by an idiot with a crayon.

Meg and Belch only had eyes for each other. Not in the usual romantic sense.

My bugs don't have bugs.

Just what we need," moaned Holly. "Artemis Fowl with magical powers.

It'll be messy, but after a day you'll be zipping around as though you were a thousand years old again.