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The Problem Is That I Know The Textbook Answers To Any Question You Care To Ask.

Remember The Pain?' Thought Artemis. I Hate Myself. I Really Do.

I Am Charging You With The Protection Of My Mother And Friends, Not To Mention Keeping My Younger Self Off The Internet. He Is As Dangerous As Opal.

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?

My Truffles? You Took Them? That's Just Mean!