“Forget the chicken-nugget smoke screen. Percy wanted Leo to invent an anti-dream hat.”

“Leo drummed his fingers. “Great. I should have installed a smoke screen that makes the ship smell like a giant chicken nugget. Remind me to invent that, next time.”Hazel frowned. “What is a chicken nugget?”“Oh, man…” Leo shook his head in amazement. “That's right. You’ve missed the last, like, seventy years. Well, my apprentice, a chicken nugget—”“Doesn’t matter,” Annabeth interrupted.”

“I'm probably something like 95% chicken nugget”

“They chose the olive""They must really like olives""Forget it""Now if she invented pizza that i can understand"-Percy to Annabeth in the lightning theif”

“I am the literary equivalent of a Big Mac and Fries. ~ Stephen King - If King is this then I guess I'm a chicken nugget.”

“So, what is this?" I ask.Quinn narrows her eyes at the morsel of food that vaguely resembles a cross between a chicken nugget and brains. Only slimier.”