“Wouldn't that put a twist in your toga?”

“Be careful of love. It'll twist your brain around and leave you thinking up is down and right is wrong.”

“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.”

“If I had my way," Dionysus said, "I would cause your molecules to erupt in flames. We'd sweep up the ashes and be done with a lot of trouble. But Chiron seems to feel this would be against my mission at this cursed camp: to keep you little brats safe from harm.""Spontaneous combustion is a form of harm, Mr. D," Chiron put in."Nonsense," Dionysus said. "Boy wouldn't feel a thing. Nevertheless, I've agreed to restrain myself. I'm thinking of turning you into a dolphin instead, sending you back to your father.”

“You put the Set animal in your locker? Do you know how much strength that requires?”“Yeah,” I said. “I was there.”

“He told me he wouldn't hurt... Charlie. He lied to me.”