I am Butler. Anything I say sounds scary.

Excuse me, Captain. Are you two going to weep salty tears of admiration over a helmet all night, or do we have matters to discuss?

Holly, do you trust me?” Holly groaned. “Artemis, don’t ask me that. I just know one of your outrageous plans is coming.” “Do you trust me?” “Yes,” Holly sighed. “I do. More than anyone.

I have always loved 'Stig of the Dump.' I think reading that book made me officially realise that I was a reader.

Are you saying that you people knew about these amorophobots all the time?" "Of course we did. They attacked us in Iceland. Remember?" "No. I was unconscious.

Radomosity, thought Artemis. And he felt like weeping.

Mulch was not impressed. 'I'm not impressed,' he said.