Okay, so I was sitting in my math class, bored out of my mind (since I had not been there for the few days previous, and they were taking a test), so I had an idea that I think is like, that best I've had yet. Two of the things that I completely love.
Artemis Fowl, and The Irish Drinking Songs from Whose Line is it Anyway.
To get an idea of how these sound, follow the link below.
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So anyway, I tried to fit this into and actually fitting setting-type-plot builder. Oh, and since the song goes back and forth between people every other line, I won't type things like 'Mulch said.' I'll just type in the letter that fits accordingly. B=Butler, A=Artemis, F=Foaly, and M=Mulch.
Here we go, the Whose Line Is It Artemis, Hairy Irish Drinking Song.
Artemis had finally hit the age of twenty-one, which was about the equivalent of 90 years old in fairy years. By this time, though, he had been working with the fairy people on a lot of positive projects with Foaly, and the LEP. This lead to a rise in popularity for Artemis as well as his gargantuan friend Butler, so it was not unheard of that he would now be seen down in Haven. Well, to celebrate, the guys decided that since Artemis and Butler were down there, they would head down to a bar that was nearest to the station.
After they got in, they started talking about random things while Foaly and Mulch down some nettle beers. Artemis and Butler, on the other hand, were drinking something a bit stronger. Said concoction was called Troll's Nightmare. It remains to be said that after a little bit, all four of the group were very loose, and a little out of it. This lead to them participating in a little game that the bar held every Friday night. The four staggered up onto the stage, laughing heartily.
"Okay," said Artemis," So what should we sing about?"
Many muttered answers came as a reply, but one loud (and slurred) voice yelled out,' HAIR!'
"Okay, go ahead and start it!" Artemis said, looking over at the pianist as she began playing.
Oh aidi aidi aidi aidi aidi aidi ai! Oh aidi aidi aidi aidi aidi aidi ai!
B: I sure don't have any,
A: And his head can really gleam!
F: I wonder if he waxes it,
M: It looks that way it seems!
B: Maybe I'll grow it back in,
A: I think that'd be in style.
F: The only problem is see,
M: Is that it'd take quite a while!
Oh aidi aidi aidi aidi aidi aidi ai!
M: My hair is like a jungle,
F: Yes, that's the way it seems.
B: It looks like there's a nest in there,
A: For an entire flock of Geese.
M: You guys are such asses,
F: Yeah, we know that that is true.
B: Because your head is covered in hair,
A: And its filled with hot air too!
Oh aidi aidi aidi aidi aidi aidi ai.
M: Hey rich boy, what about your hair,
F: Looks like its being held down with glue.
B: I really don't know how you do it,
A: It's that way with a lot of things too.
M: Man you are an asshole,
F: I hope all your hair falls out.
B: I actually agree with them,
A: I hope all of you die with gout!
Oh aidi aidi aidi aidi aidi aidi ai.
B: Well I don't know what to say now,
A: I know what you mean.
F: I think the song is over,
M: I think I'm gonna scream.
B: We know that I am bald now,
A: We know my hair has class.
F: We know Mulch's hair is crazy,
M: And Foaly's balding on his ass!
Oh aidi aidi aidi aidi aidi aidi ai, oh aidi aidi aidi aidi ai di ai di diiiiiii!