“Apollo?” I guessed…He put a finger to his lips. “I’m incognito. Call me Fred.”A god named Fred?”

“Dreams like a podcast,Downloading truth in my ears.They tell me cool stuff.""Apollo?" I guess, because I figured nobody else could make a haiku that bad.He put his finger to his lips. "I'm incognito. Call me Fred.""A god named Fred?”

“He put his finger to his lips. I'm incognito. Call me Fred.”

“If it weren't for dreams," he said. "I wouldn't know half the things I know about the future. They're better than Olympus tabloids." He cleared his throat then held up his hands dramatically: "Dreams like a podcast,Downloading truth in my ears.They tell me cool stuff""Apollo?" I guessed, because I figured nobody else could make a haiku that bad. He put his finger to his lips, "[Shh] I'm incognito. Call me Fred.”

“Five syllables," Apollo said, counting them on his fingers. "That would be real bad.”

“Apollo is hot''He's the sun god.''That's not what I meant”

“Wow," Thalia muttered. "Apollo is hot." "He's the sun god," I said."That's not what I meant.”