ONE HUNDRED TWELVE

[tehpuck]

[Voice Post]

Terribly glad I got rid of that useless cat. It really would be... inconvenient, otherwise.

I wonder if anyone will be wearing clothes after they change back. We'll find out soon enough, won't we? I, personally, have much vested in this highly intellectual pursuit.

And, by that token, is Holly still trapped inside her helmet?

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Comments

[fowlprodigy]

Oh yes. I can imagine how inconvenient it would have been for you.

[tehpuck]

You have no idea how many conveniently-placed holes there are in people's walls, honestly. Especially the bedrooms. Especially the bedrooms.

[fowlprodigy]

How fortunate for me that Butler sealed all possible holes in my room while he was here.

[tehpuck]

...No need to flatter yourself, now.

[fowlprodigy]

It is simply a relief since I will not have to worry about you sneaking things into my room.

[tehpuck]

As I've said to others, this situation presents a unique opportunity that I hardly plan to waste on lesser pursuits.

[fowlprodigy]

Yet, I am not surprised by this.

[tehpuck]

You rarely are. I've yet to properly decide if your stoicism is the product of stalwart intent, or catatonia.

[fowlprodigy]

I like to blame it on Mulch.

[ooc: *dies laughing at Robin's comment*]

[tehpuck]

Allergic reaction? You poor boy.

[ooc *Phoenix downs!*]

[fowlprodigy]

Mulch is a dwarf.

[ooc: *revives* ^^]

[ishiah]

Artemis Fowl, boy genius?

[fowlprodigy]

...Yes?

[ishiah]

Can I suggest you exercise your copious wit for a moment and let Holly out of her helmet before she is first uncomfortably wedged in it and later finds somewhere more uncomfortable to wedge it in someone else?

[fowlprodigy]

Holly isn't in the helmet any longer.

[ishiah]

Where is she, exactly?