That's the last order I'll ever give you Captain. Don't you dare ignore it.

A metaphorical weight lifted from his allegorical chest and Artemis Fowl felt himself again.

If you were me, then I'd be you, and if I were you, then I'd hide somewhere far away.

Look!" said Foaly, pointing with some urgency into the vast steel-gray gloom, "Someone who cares!

Don't you worry about that, Mr. Adamsson. Why don't you head back to Reykjavik and spend some of that extortionate fee you charged me for a couple of hours' usage of your frankly third-rate restaurant and perhaps find a friendless tree stump to listen to your woes?

Butler,” he called, his voice thin and childlike in the wind. “Yes, Artemis, what?” “If something goes wrong, wait for me. No matter how it looks, I will return. I will bring them all back.

Artemis ducked. Cudgeon didn't. Guess what? Artemis was smarter.