Good Luck, Boss. Don't Let'em Turn You

I Imagined Loading The God Of The Sea Into A Taxi And Taking Him To The Upper East Side.

Leo,” Hazel Gasped, “i Can’t—my Arms—” “hazel,” He Said. “do You Trust Me?” “no!” “me Neither,” Leo Admitted.

He Could't Have Survied A Hundred Foot Drop. I'm Sorry Annabeth.

We’ve Arrived,” Leo Announced. “time To Split.” Frank Groaned. “can We Leave Valdez In Croatia?

This Is Annabeth,” Jason Said. “uh, Normally She Doesn't Judo-flip People.