Me: I do not own PJO.

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"Percy, this is the third time you wanted pizza and went mad…" Annabeth mumbled, staring at the boy like he had grown a 2nd head, but then again, they must have been used to that.

Chiron glanced worriedly at Percy, who was starting on his 89th helping of Cheese pizza and coke.

Rachel, who had long since been welcomed into Camp Half-Blood, stood near, recording the moment with a video camera.

Everywhere, demigods gathered and watched, some laughing, some disgusted, and some… rooting for him.

"Go, Percy!" Clarisse squealed, giggling. Her siblings looked at her the same way Annabeth was looking at Percy, then shook their heads and walked to the cabin.

"Oh, you guys make a celebration cake!" she called, turning for a moment.

Her glare was so intense, that the Ares cabin slowly backed away, running inside and planning a cake, with drawings and coloring books filled with notes.

The campers outside could hear arguing and loud music, but that was usual, also.

"Percy!" an Athena camper growled… well, Annabeth.

"What?" he mumbled, his mouth full with pizza.

A crumble landed in the hair of Raya, an Aphrodite camper, and she squealed, screaming about her hair.

"You… you… piece of rose blush!" Raya tried, but failed. She cried, her sympathetic sisters around her, bringing out make-up kits. Her brothers brang mirrors and looked at their reflections. Mr. D didn't bother. Silena, the only one who wasn't bringing out make-up, stood there, laughing slightly at Percy.

Chiron yelled orders desperately, but it suddenly got too loud, and his voice became drowned out.

Pizza drives people mad sometimes… period.