You Dropped This," He Said, Totally Poker-faced.

Ceres Wanted A United Front In The Plant War." "the Plant War," Percy Said. "you're Going To Arm All The Little Grapes With Tiny Assault Rifles?

What In The World Are You Thinking?” She Sounded Pretty Flustered. “i Try Not To Think,” Leo Admitted. “it Interferes With Being Nuts. Just Concentrate On Moving That Celestial Bronze. Echo, You Ready?

Grover Started To Sniffle And I Figured If I Didn't Cheer Him Up He'd Either Start Bawling Or Chewing Up My Mattress. He Tends To Eat Household Objects Whenever He Gets Upset.

Hey Grover! Thorn's Kidnapping Us! He's A Poisonous Spike-throwing Maniac! Help!

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