Calm Down, Horus Said. "don't Tell Me

No, No, I Never Mess Around.

Please, Percy...change Your Clothes. You Smell Like You've Been Run Over By An Electric Horse.

I Wondered If I Would Appear On A Temple Wall Painting Someday. A Blonde Egyptian Girl With Purple Highlights Running Sideways Through The Palm Trees, Screaming "yikes!" In Hieroglyphics As Neith Chased After Me. The Thought Of Some Poor Archaeologist Trying To Figure That Out Almost Lifted My Spirits.

Okay," Annabeth Said. "what Exactly Do You Smell?" "something Bad," Tyson Answered. "great," Annabeth Grumbled. "that Clears It Up.

Humor Was A Good Way To Hide The Pain.