So if you're not Artemis Fowl, then who are you?" The boy extended a dripping hand straight up. "My name is Orion. I am so pleased to meet you at last. I am, of course, your servant." Holly shook the proferred hand, thinking that manners were lovely, but she really needed someone cunning and ruthless right now, and this kid didn't appear to be very cunning.

Hit that back-stabber where it hurts, right in the ambition.

Remember this? You gave it to me for ensuring your trigger finger got reattached to your hand. You said it would remind me of that spark of decency inside me. I'm trying to do something decent now, Captain.

I never tell anyone exactly how clever I am. They would be too scared.

Don’t feel bad; I regularly reduce people to unintelligible stammers.

A CD. How quaint. We have these in museums.

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