No, no, I never mess around.
Wow. When he started looking back on the war with Kronos as the good old days--that was sad.
Suspecting and knowing are not the same.
I was flying right toward him (the pig) at the speed of demigod-smashing.
I prayed the monsters would give up. Or that perhaps Philip of Macedonia would climb back to the terrace (do crocodiles climb?) and renew the fight.
sorry,no thanks,if i was going to die it could wait until tomorrow morning.