Our baboon was going completely sky goddess - which is to say, nuts.
I left him in his wheelchair, staring sadly into the fireplace. I wondered how many times he’d sat here, waiting for heroes that never came back.
Percy frowned "You have a feast for tuna?
I wondered if she'd ever written on her notebook: GEB + NUT = TRUE LOVE or MRS GEB.
Die,human! Die, silly polluting nasty person!
Wha-what?" Her eyes fluttered open. "Nothing," I shouted. "We're being followed by a slaying machine. Go back to sleep.