Disclaimer: Don't own Arty. But I own the licorice…

This was inspired by something real happening.

Oh yeah, and some of these will be connected, like mini-chapters in a mini-fic, and some of them will be random. But don't be surprised if the connected ones are interspersed with random ones.

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Licorice

Artemis sat in the living room of Fowl Manor, reading Moby Dick and munching licorice.

"Holly, can you hand me another stick of licorice?" he asked.

"Didn't you just have one? You should probably cut down on the licorice," she said with a frown.
"But…but I like licorice," Artemis said, pouting.

Holly sighed and gave him another piece.

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One hour later…

"Holly, could you hand me another stick of licorice?"

"Didn't you just have one? You really should cut down on the licorice."

"But…I like licorice," he said with another pout.

Holly gave him another stick.

This couldn't be good…

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A/N: Well. One drabble finished. By the way, readers of Now or Never, DON'T KILL ME! PLEASE! (hides under table) I'm having major writer's block! (cries) (mutters under breath) Stupid, evil writer's block.

Review please!

BANZAI!

P.S. This had exactly 100 words (not counting the title and author's notes and disclaimer).