“Met them. Killed them. Got the T-shirt.”

“June cackled with delight, muttering, "Whoops!" as a car almost killed them.”

“No matter how many times Percy killed them and watched them crumble to powder, they just kept re-forming like large evil dust bunnies.”

“[Piper] rushed to get dressed. By the time she got up on deck, the others had already gathered—all hastily dressed except for Coach Hedge, who had pulled the night watch. Frank’s Vancouver Winter Olympics shirt was inside out. Percy wore pajama pants and a bronze breastplate, which was an interesting fashion statement. Hazel’s hair was all blown to one side as though she’d walked through a cyclone; and Leo had accidentally set himself on fire. His T-shirt was in charred tatters. His arms were smoking.”

“What about a compromise? I’ll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I’ll apologize.”

“Destroy them later?" Cal offered, which was probably as close to friendly as he ever got.”

“I had weird dreams full of barnyard animals. Most of them wanted to kill me. The rest wanted food.”