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The Gods Need Heroes. They Always Have.

Even Dionysus's Welcome-home Speech Wasn't Enough To Dampen My Spirits. "yes, Yes, So The Little Brat Didn't Get Himself Killed And Now He'll Have An Even Bigger Head. Well, Huzzah For That. In Other Announcements, There Will Be No Canoe Races This Saturday.

Tyson," I Said "we're Turning Around!" Going The Wrong Way?" He Asked. Always," I Grumbled, But I Steered The Chariot Towards The Stands.

Doughboy, We Need To Talk.” Doughboy Opened His Wax Eyes. “finally! You Realize How Stuffy It Is In There? At Last You’ve Remembered That You Need My Brilliant Guidance.” “actually We Need To Become A Coat.

One Basketball To Rule Them All,” Leo Muttered.