“When you gotta go, you gotta go.”
“I set off on a mighty search for my pants, which I eventually discover underneath the futon. Sorry, pants. You serve me well, by and large, but when you gotta go, you gotta go.”
“But who are you?"Percy—" I started to say. Then the skeletons turned around. "Gotta go!"What kind of name is Percy Gotta-go?”
“It's the way you fall you. Gotta let yourself go.”
“Sometimes you just gotta see yourself where you want to be. And then go there.”
“You gotta admit, it's a messed-up world when going to war is safer than staying home.”