Annabeth: Clarrisse, you didn't poke the sleeping dragon, you kicked it in the face.
Clarrisse, already drawing her sword: This is so much better than your sneak around it plan.
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Percy grinned, and turned the child around to face the Order Memebrs: This is Jazz. She's basically a magical wolverine on crack but she grows on you. Like fungus.
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Percy, to Eragon: You travel by dragon? Well I travel by cyclone. Better for the environment.
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Percy stood impetuously over the fallen king. "Give my regards to the King of the Ghosts."
The king gritted his teeth but fell backwards against the cobblestones. He knew this was the end.
"And remind him he still owes me twenty bucks for the pinatas."
And the the evil king knew no more.
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Clarrisse: They went that way.
Cops: actually go the right direction
Guardian, over the intercom. :oh fuck you too
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Estelle: and I'm gonna be just like you.
Guardian Clarrisse: no, no, no. You brother really will kill me. That is a bad idea.