No, No, I Never Mess Around.

Hercules,huh? Percy Frowned. "that Guy Was Like The Starbucks Of Ancient Greece. Everywhere You Turn--there He Is.

Tyson- "cash? Like...green Paper?" Percy- "yeah." Tyson- "like The Kind In Duffel Bags?" Percy-"yeah, But We Lost Those Bags Days A-g-g--." "tyson! How Did You--" Tyson- "thought It Was A Feed Bag For Rainbow. Found It Floating In Sea, But Only Paper Inside. Sorry.

It's Not Easy. I Got Lots Of Rejections When I First Started Out. If You Want To Write, You Have To Believe In Yourself And Not Give Up. You Have To Do Your Best To Practice And Get Better.

No Matter How Many Times Percy Killed Them And Watched Them Crumble To Powder, They Just Kept Re-forming Like Large Evil Dust Bunnies.

I Am Persephone" She Said, Her Voice Thin And Papery. "welcome, Demigods. Nico Squashed A Pomegranate Under His Boot. "welcome? After Last Time, You've Got The Nerve To Welcome Me?" I Shifted Uneasily, Because Talking That Way To A God Can Get You Blasted Into Dust Bunnies. "um, Nico-" "it's All Right," Persephone Said Coldly. "we Had A Little Family Spat." "family Spat?" Nico Cried. "you Turned Me Into A Dandelion!