Luke crossed his arms, glaring at the camera.
"Why am I doing this again?"
"I told you." Atlas said with exaggerated patience, "To get support for our cause."
"Online."
"Yes."
Luke snorted dismissively. "This is stupid. Asking stupid questions is, like, a plan worthy of Percy Jackson. Hello? Mortals can't do much for us."
"Yet people don't know we exist." Atlas said smoothly, gesturing to the coffin with a ring adorned hand. The room tipped slightly as the Princess Andromeda went over some waves. Luke frowned, drumming his fingers on the polished handle of his chair.
"This is humiliating." He announced. "Webcams do nothing for The Cause. The Cause belongs to the half bloods and half… titans. And the monsters. Mortal children have no place in our army."
Atlas shook his head dismissively. "That is not the point here. We want people to be aware of us. Awareness leads to awe, you know." Suddenly he turned, pointing to a man in a blue pressed uniform. "You! Get me some ibuprofen. Now!" The guard hurried off.
"Humph." Luke grunted, popping the lid of a sprite. The guard re-entered the room, clutching a bottle and glass of water. Atlas examined the label, then dumped the whole bottle into his mouth, draining the glass in one gulp.
The Titan straightened, wiping water off his mouth. "You must do this, Luke, because I say so. Because Lord Kronos says so. Is that enough for you?"
Luke inclined his head slightly. He didn't want to have two titans on his bad side, even if one of them was mashed up into little bits.
"Fine." He said tersely. He finally turned to the camera, giving it the evil eye. "If any one has questions or would like to be blown up, e-mail to Luke at Titansareus dot com."
Atlas nodded happily. "Finally." He turned to another guard. "Get me a Pepsi. No, get me two. No! Three! Three Pepsis! NOW!" The guard left, and the titan sighed.
"What I put up with in the name of our Lord."