I'm sorry this chapter is so short. The others are longer!

"Hey, Percy!" Nico yelled across the room. Startled, Percy looked up from his por- er, his book. "I have a question," the younger demigod said as Percy hastily stowed the "book" under the table. "Well, a lot of questions actually," Nico added as an afterthought. "Well, what are they?" Percy asked. "Okay, first one," Nico said, taking a deep breath to ready himself.

"How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?" Nico inquired.

Percy was momentarily speechless. He stared at Cabin 13's counselor for a few seconds, expecting him to break out in laughter, but the look on Nico's face was dead serious. "Um, uh, well," Percy fumbled, trying to think of a response. "Um, 42, of course," he finally spat out. "Hmm," Nico said. "Very interesting." Then he suddenly began a fit of maniacal laughter.

Percy knew something was wrong. Nico didn't usually act quite like this. He came pretty close a few times, but evil laughter just wasn't his style.

Nico's fit of laughing got louder and louder until he started choking, but didn't stop laughing. Annabetgh came over, and, using her brilliant mind, assessed the situation. In the same amount of time, she devised a genius plan. "SHUT UP," she said comandingly, slapping Nico in the face as his cheeks turned blue.

He bolted upright quite suddenly. "Why does everything smell purple?" he asked Percy dazedly before falling unconscious.