"I am Percy Jackson. I am the best of the demigods!" Percy screamed.
"Don't be so egocentric, Percy. It is highly offensive." The blonde girl replied.
"Shut up, female Luke! You don't have a New York Bestseller book with your name on it! Do you? Do you?"
"No, but..."
"Then, I'm better than you!"
Annabeth was quiet immediately and ran from Percy sobbing. Grover then came along, "Please Percy, I have a horrible problem."
"What? Disgusting!" The Son of Poseidon exclaimed.
"Help me, Percy!"
"Okay, what is it. Diabetes because you're obscenely fat?" Percy replied sarcastically.
"No, I have the swine flu..."
"What? You're a goat!"
"Yes, Percy. I am. I am a goat. So help me or I'll become a pig!"
Chiron popped out of nowhere, "What the hell are you talking about Grover?"
"I have the swine flu, Mr. Chiron."
"Well, if you have the swine flu, I guess it will be a few hours until we get barbecue pork!" Chiron exclaimed.
"Hooray!" Percy screamed.
"No, Percy. No hooray, you are about to lose your best friend."
"I don't care, I like pork!"
Grover walked away sorrowful. Grover waited for his time to turn into a pig. He moped while he watched his friends get ready the grill.
-Meanwhile-
"Oh boy, pork!" Percy said happily.
"Percy, you will lose your best friend." Annabeth pointed out.
"Don't worry Annabeth, Grover is fat therefore the barbecue will be big enough for all of the six and a half campers."
Grover came out of hiding, "Percy, you just care about the barbecue, don't you?"
"No, I'm obsessing over the barbecue!"
Then, Chiron popped up again, "Percy, Grover, Annabeth! I read up on the swine flu. Grover, you won't become a pig!"
"I won't?"
"No!"
"Yeah! I get live!" Grover shouted.
"You'll just die!"
"What?"
Grover broke down in tears and ran away. Percy thought to himself like he normally does, "Well, barbecue goat is okay too, I guess..."
A/N: OOC, a lot but this is a series of drabbles. So expect a lot of ludicrous action. R&R