“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.”
“Forget the chicken-nugget smoke screen. Percy wanted Leo to invent an anti-dream hat.”
“I'm probably something like 95% chicken nugget”
“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.”
“Whether we're talking about fish species, pigs, or some other eaten animal, is such suffering the most important thing in the world? Obviously not. But that's not the question. Is it more important that sushi, bacon, or chicken nuggets? That's the question.”