Percy Tried To Remember. He Really Did.

"anybody Have Money?" Frank Checked His Pockets. "three Denarii From Camp Jupiter. Five Dollars Canadian." Hedge Patted His Gym Shorts And Pulled Out What He Found. "three Quarters, Two Dimes, A Rubber Band And - Score! A Piece Of Celery." He Started Munching On The Celery, Eyeing The Change And The Rubber Band Like They Might Be Next.

Sorghum Started To Answer, But Wheat Flew At Him And Knocked Him Down. The Karpoi Began To Fight, Dissolving Into Funnel Clouds Of Grain. Hazel Considered Making A Run For It. Then Wheat Re-formed, Holding Sorghum In A Headlock. "stop!" He Yelled At The Others. "mulitgrain Fighting Is Not Allowed!

Narcissus Turned And Scowled At Leo. “who Are You?” “i’m The Super-sized Mcshizzle, Man!” Leo Said. “i’m Leo Valdez, Bad Boy Supreme. And The Ladies Love A Bad Boy.

Coach," Annabeth Said, "it Was An Accident. We Were Talking, And We Fell Asleep." "besides," Percy Said, "you're Starting To Sound Like Terminus." Hedge Narrowed His Eyes. "is That An Insult, Jackson? 'cause I'll-i'll Terminus You, Buddy!

We Swallowed A Few Bites-not To Much Scince The Food Of The Gods Can Burn You To Ashes Is You Overindulge. I Guess Thats Why You Don't See Many Fat Gods