Who are you?" he asked. "I'm a shabti, of course!" The figurine rubbed his dented head. He still looked quite lumpish, only now he was a living lump. "Master calls me Doughboy, though I find the name insulting. You may call me Supreme-Force-Who-Crushes-His-Enemies!

Vitellius would've given Percy an hour-long lecture on the subject, probably with a PowerPoint presentation.

Oh, Hazel is awesome," Don Said. "She's so nice! All the other campers are like 'Go away Don.' But she's like 'Please go away, Don.' I love her!

Percy looked at his friends. "I'm getting tired of this guy's shirt." "Combat time?" Piper grabbed her horn of plenty. "I hate wonder bread," Jason said. Together, they charged.

He offered to stop the tide for me once. He offered to build me a palace at the bottom of the sea.

It's like I was connected to the plumping system.

Keep a demon busy, I thought. Right. Maybe he fancies a game of Tiddlywinks.