So few people did good in their lives. It was depressing.

I will not have a sea creature destroyed, if I can help it. And I can help it.

The wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold that I felt like a Percysicle.

I need to use the Dam Bathroom, I need to use the Dam Snack bar, I want a Dam Tee-Shirt.

See you on the other side. -Percy Jackson

I sat up in bed. "What did he say?" Tyson groaned, still half asleep. He was lying facedown on the couch, his feet so far over the edge they were in the bathroom. "The happy man said...bowling practice?" I hoped he was right, but then there was an urgent knock on the suite's interior door. Annabeth stuck her head in--her blonde hair in a rat's nest. "DISEMBOWLING practice?

Hey, guys!" Grover yelled somewhere above us. "I think she's unconscious!" "Roooaaarrr!" "Maybe not," Grover corrected.