Butler- Reinforced Door

  Butler felt the testosterone building in his system. One door was all that separated him from Artemis. One little door, designed to withstand fairies with ray guns. He took several steps backward.

  Holly could tell what he was thinking. “Don’t bother. That door is reinforced.”

  The manservant didn’t answer. He couldn’t. The real Butler was submerged beneath layers of adrenaline and brute force.

  With a roar, Butler charged the entrance, concentrating all of his considerable might in the triangular point of his shoulder. It was a blow that would have felled a medium-sized hippopotamus. And while this door was tested for plasma dispersion and moderate physical resistance, it was certainly not Butler-proof. The metal portal crumpled like tinfoil.

-The Arctic Incident, Chapter 13