He laughed. He couldn't help it. After taking on the Russian mob, Artemis Fowl, boy genius, defeated by bread and various unidentified condiments.

"That's because you're a spoiled brat," Badou replied, trying to sound a little affectionate since he knew Artemis might take it the wrong way. The fact was, he did think Artemis was a spoiled brat, but he didn't mind that as much as he thought he would. "I'll teach you how, if we ever get the chance."