“Dakota's head was stuck in his toga. He staggered around olike a Kool-Aid-stained ghost."Um," Percy said, "should I wear my bed sheets?”

“In the center stood a marble alter, where a kid in a toga was doing some sort of ritual in front of a massive golden statue of the big dude himself:Jupiter the sky god, dressed in a silk XXXL purple toga, holding a lightning bolt. "It doesn't look like that," Percy muttered."What?" Hazel asked."The master bolt," Percy said."What are you talking about?""I-" Percy frowned. For a second, he'd thought he remembered something. Now it was gone. "Nothing, I guess.”

“It wasn’t easy looking dignified wearing a bed sheet and a purple cape.”

“Before I could respond, Thalia tromped up the stairs. She was officially not talking to me now, but she looked at Grover and said, "Tell Percy to get his butt downstairs.""Why?" I asked."Did he say something?" Thalia asked Grover."Um, he asked why.""Dionysus is calling a council of cabin leaders to discuss the prophecy," she said. "Unfortunately, that includes Percy.”

“Um," Grover said. "Percy?""Yeah?""I thought you'd want to know.""Yeah?""Cerberus? He's saying we've got ten seconds to pray to the god of our choice.After that...well...he's hungry.”

“You mean a bad heel?" I said. "Couldn't I just, like, wear something besides sandals? No offense." -Percy”

“Um...is that thing tame?" Frank said.The horse whinnied angrily."I don't think so," Percy guessed. "He just said, 'I will trample you to death, silly Chinese Canadian baby man'.”