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Percy And Reyna Occupied Matching Praeters' Chairs On The Dais, Which Made Percy Self-conscious. It Wasn't Easy Looking Dignified Wearing A Bedsheet And A Purple Cape. "the Camp Is Safe," Octavian Continued. " I'll Be The First To Congragulate Our Heroes For Bringing Back The Legion's Eagle And So Much Imperial Gold! Truly We Have Been Blessed With Good Fortune. But Why Do More? Why Tempt Fate?" "i'm Glad You Asked." Percy Stood, Taking The Question As An Opening. Octavian Stammered, " I Wasn't--" "--part Of The Quest," Percy Said. "yes I Know. And Your'e Wise To Let Me Explain, Since I Was.

Two Hundred Romans, And No One’s Got A Pen? Never Mind!" He Slung His M16 Onto His Back And Pulled Out A Hand Grenade. There Were Many Screaming Romans. Then The Hand Grenade Morphed Into A Ballpoint Pen, And Mars Began To Write. Frank Looked At Percy With Wide Eyes. He Mouthed: Can Your Sword Do Grenade Form? Percy Mouthed Back, No. Shut Up.

And Now, Anubis, I Find You In This Den Of Iniquity, This Morass Of Questionable Behavior, This...this--' 'school?

Stop!" He Yelled At The Others. "multigrain Fighting Is Not Allowed!

She Reached Into Her Coat Pocket And Felt Two Things She Hadn't Expected.... One Was A Wad Of Cash... She Brought Out The Money. Leo Whistled. "allowance? Piper, Your Mom Rocks!