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I Couldn’t Miss Percy’s Fifteenth Birthday,” Poseidon Said. “why, If This Were Sparta, Percy Would Be A Man Today!” "that’s True,” Paul Said. “i Used To Teach Ancient History.” Poseidon’s Eyes Twinkled. “that’s Me. Ancient History.

Hey Grover! Thorn's Kidnapping Us! He's A Poisonous Spike-throwing Maniac! Help!

You're Pretty Smug, Lord Ares, For A Guy Who Runs From Cupid Statues.

Dancing?' Annabeth Asked. Thalia Nodded. She Cocked Her Ear To The Music And Made A Face. 'ugh. Who Chose Jesse Mccartney?' Grover Looked Hurt. 'i Did.

Dakota's Head Was Stuck In His Toga. He Staggered Around Olike A Kool-aid-stained Ghost. "um," Percy Said, "should I Wear My Bed Sheets?