Artemis Fowl by Eoin Colfer Book 2 Chapter 7 MULCH Part 33

Artemis Fowl by Eoin Colfer Book 2 Chapter 7 MULCH Part 33

'Not a chance,' came the reply. 'The only way you're leaving this house is in a body bag.' Mulch could feel himself being dragged backwards. This human was strong. There weren't many creatures that could dislodge a dwarf with a grip on something. He scrabbled in the dirt, cramming handfuls of wine-impregnated clay into his cavernous mouth. There was only one chance. 'Come on, you little goblin. Out of there.' Goblin! Mulch would have been indignant had he not been busy chewing clay to eject at his enemy. The human stopped talking. Possibly he had noticed the bum-flap, and probably the bum. No doubt what had happened in the safe room was coming back to him. 'Oh...' What would have followed the 'Oh' is anyone's guess, but I'd be willing to bet that it wouldn't have been 'dearie me'. As it happened, Butler never had time to finish his expletive, because he wisely chose that moment to relinquish his grip. A wise choice indeed, becau…