Shut Up, Me" Leo Said Out Loud.

She’s Pretty,” Zethes Mumbled. “i Mean, She’s Right.

And I Was Holding Someone Who Was Destined To Be My Best Friend, Or Possibly My Worst Enemy.

I Stepped Forward. Call Me Old-fashioned, But I Wanted To Keep His Focus On Me And Not Annabeth. I Think It’s Polite For A Guy To Protect His Girlfriend From Instant Incineration.

Two Hundred Romans, And No One’s Got A Pen? Never Mind!" He Slung His M16 Onto His Back And Pulled Out A Hand Grenade. There Were Many Screaming Romans. Then The Hand Grenade Morphed Into A Ballpoint Pen, And Mars Began To Write. Frank Looked At Percy With Wide Eyes. He Mouthed: Can Your Sword Do Grenade Form? Percy Mouthed Back, No. Shut Up.

The Gods Need Heroes. They Always Have.