Hm...very interesting. I like the randomness of the night club, yet how it seems totally believable in this story.

your...long...chaptrs...(pant pant)...are...wearing... me ...out. really really good story. bob is cool, like icepop cool, like deep space cool,like really cool random cold stuff cool. would you like a taste of my calculator? it reaslly iss quite nice

*Bows down in worship and boggles in reverent awe*
Ah. Maze. Ing.
Holy spotted bovines!
This is /incredibly/ hilarious!
My parental units keep looking at me weirdly, maybe because I've been having some absolutely impressive giggling fits while reading this fic!
More so than usual, I mean.
Er.
Anyway, may the flamingoes bless you for writing it!
Oh wait... They already have. Well, anyhow, tell Bob 'hi' for me! :)
*Skips happily away singing the hedgehog song. Is tackled by an angry flamingo, who informs me that she will have none of that language here, if you please! Consequently, goes off in an indignant huff.*

Aw man, I was having some serious nostalgia and ran across this fic again. Good times, m'dear! Years later (how shocking!) you can still make me laugh. Hope you're doing well.
xo Lli

This is one of the best, random, Artemis fics I've ever read. I just finished reading everything you've posted so far, if you want, I can go back and reveiw the rest! Please update. KEEP WRITING!!

Hm...interesting. I like Bob the bogglefish. ^.^

A! you have to update! and if you can't at least make sure Holly feeds Bob before he dies of starvation!

Man! I LOVE Bob! he is So funny!

Huh? What? WHAT? It... gasp... ENDS? How could you do this to me? I must know what happens. Maybe this is a practical joke? Or wait, maybe it is a research project to see how long it will take to drive your readers crazy with suspense. Ah, well. My two minute attention span is up. Terrific story. Please, please update. Pretty please with sugar on top?

So, are we EVER going to find out what happens next? will you update? please? Please?

I have no idea what's wrong with Takaban, but I'll gladly theorize and guess: radiation? too much time on the surface? general pessimisim? that's all for now but i'll keep guessing...;)

but i WANT to see the NF's homepage!! :( ;D

Oh, poor you! But it makes me happy that you care about writing enough that you write anyway...:) maybe you'll be a writer:)...
Please don't kill Bob! We is fond of him!

GAH! I have reached the end of the fanfic!

The end of the fanfic that has driven me insane since early at college this morning! Argh! So, now for threats of violence. Well... I can't think of any good ones, actually but you can come up with some yourself and then I'll steal them from you.

...

Please, please, please UPDATE! I am in agony, I am also incredulous. Is Bob growing, dare I say, INTELLIGENCE? Maybe the stewpot is radioactive... hm, I should investigate that. ANYWHOO, I want to see what Foaly will do once he's off the painkillers, I am anxious for a scene with Vinyaya and Root blasting up everything and... I think that's it. Nope-- want to see Kitsune maim Grub or something. ;P

Please? Pwetty please? I'll share my secret supply of sugar with you... if I don't eat it all first.

Okay, this tory is awesome randomness! I mean, it reminds me of 'Lord of the Taters'... except yours is actually more sane and contains a plot. Or at least a semblance of plot.

I was going to review your story when I reached the end... by by gooly, you're the only other person I know who has quoted "Unwell"!

I am highly amused by Bob and I am anxiously awaiting to know his fate. I also have this wild desire to go work at your bar and watch Monty Python. (By a tragic twist of fate, I have been forced to suffer my life without ever watching the complete Monty Python movie.)

Juliet and Opal's... plotting has me laughing so hard! Although I have a line in the Artemis Fowl series to suggest that Foaly is indeed NOT gay.

I am basically waiting to find out about all the things that are busy going on... and find it convenient that I still have quite a few chapters before I must threaten you with violence.

Cheers for hyperness!