“I waved my hand in front of my face, obi-wan style. "I am not here." Niall's mucas glands kicked into overdrive. "Eoin's dead! And his ghost is standing right there on the grass!" Donal let out a long suffering sigh. "Eoin is being a writer." Niall calmed down, becuase everyone knows writers are weird and are always doing stupid thingss.”

“Stop changing the subject," Taylor snapped. "And think before you speak."Roo pressed her lips together and then sighed. "How long do you want me to think?"Niall let out a snort of laughter.”

“It felt like my teeth were sweating. Eoin Colfer's The Legend of Spud Murphy”

“Taylor and Niall are watching their personal assistant prospects waiting to be interviewed."Leave them sitting there until one of them shows some initiative." Niall said.Ten minutes ticked slowly by."I give in," Niall said. "They're all idiots."Taylor laughed. "I'm intrigued now. How long are they going to sit there?""I suspect until they drop dead."Five more minutes before Taylor heard Niall exhale in frustration, and then the door of the living room flew open and a chicken burst in."What the f**k?" Taylor gasped."Hi, everyone," the chicken said in a perky voice. "Thank goodness, I'm not too late. I had difficulty getting across the road." She laughed and then sighed when no one else joined in. They sat staring at her in mute shock.”

“You're our best hope.""If you call me Obi-Wan I'm going to kick you."He grinned. "Hot. say Obi-Wan again."I laughed, shoving his shoulder. "Shut up.”

“I gave them my best Obi-Wan Kanobi, a heavy, calm confidence, willing them towards the conclusion that we didn't have any droids on us.”