in search of mathematically infallible happiness

This is what happens when I’m on the interwebz for too long.

So imagine Artemis Fowl is just sitting with Butler under that giant oak, freezing his arse off, waiting for a fairy…and instead of Holly, Moriarty shows up.

Or better, Sherlock shows up in search of a gigantic hound.

Or even better, 11 shows up in the TARDIS and whisks Artemis away on a magical journey through time and space.