Opal: Merv. Scant. Go and run over the chicken. Preferably with a large, heavy vehicle. It's staring at me, and that's very bad for my skin.
Mulch: *grabs spork and knife and runs into traffic* Hey, does anyone have ketchup?
Abbot the Guinea Pig: Squeak! *waves tiny sword*
Beckett: *runs after the chicken waving underpants*
Myles: I think the chicken's motives in this situation are quite obvious. *glances at Beckett*
Berserker: It is attempting to cross this "road' because I have possessed its puny body in search of Mud Men to kill!
I said you were smart, Mud Boy. I was wrong; are exceptional.—Qwan
Which do you think seems more suspicious? An alien-looking craft hovering in the yard of a country home, or a floating doorway with a centaur standing in it?—Domovoi Butler
We can only change the future, not the past or present.—Artemis Fowl II
I'm trying to care, Artemis. But I thought it was all supposed to be over when the fat lady sings. Well, she's singing, but it doesn't appear to be over.—Holly Short