In my defense, I was high on sugar.
One day, Percy Jackson decided that he was going to turn on the radio.
Let's just assume that Percy Jackson that Percy Jackson sucks at finding songs. Let's imagine that he decided to put the volume on super-high. Let's wonder if he stinks at singing. What happens? Complete pandemonium, of course!
"AND I WAS LIKE BABY, BABY, BABY, NOOO, LIKE BABY BABY BABY NOOO LIKE BABY BABY BABY NOO LIKE THOUGHT YOU'D ALWAYS BE MINE!"
"Holy Hades, Percy, stop singing!" Nico moaned. Piper was on the ground, crying, her ears bleeding because her eardrums had burst (yes, Percy was that bad).
"LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE, PERCY," Jason yelled. "YOU MADE MY GIRLFRIEND GO DEAF."
"Sadly, I'm not going to argue," said Leo. But he secretly had caught Beiber Fever and he was dying slowly.
"HOLY ZEUS SOMEONE GET WATER FRANK'S STICK IS BURNING," Hazel screamed. Reyna, who had magically appeared, threw water all over Frank and his burning stick.
"MY GIRLFRIEND'S STILL DEAF," Jason yelled.
"YEAH? MY GIRLFRIEND'S EYES FELL OUT!" a random dude shouted. Sure enough, a girl with empty eyesockets stumbled around.
"PLEASE NO MORE JUSTIN BEIBER!" Dakota begged, and took a swig of Kool Aid.
And there was none. So they all lived happily ever after.
Until they found out Justin Beiber was a demon. Then they slayed him.
I'm a hater, ok? Everyone's entitled to their own opinion. So off you like Justin, too bad. I don't.