Luke glared at the mortal who was reading their mail.

"What do they say already?" Atlas demanded, glaring at him. The mortal cringed.

"Um, I haven't read through them all yet." He lied, heart pounding.

"You Lie." Atlas hissed.

The Mortal whimpered, and Luke moved forward, placing his Pepsi down to open another e-mail. The boat hit a bump, and his drink spilled across the keyboard.

"-invalid word-!" Luke exclaimed, turning to a guard. "Clean this up." He pointed one hand disdainfully at the mess. The guard unplugged the keyboard, replacing it with another and leaving the room quickly.

"SO." Atlas shouted at him, hands on his hips. "What- do- they- say?"

"Um." The Mortal swallowed hard, and began to read.

"Why Pepsi? Everyone knows that Dr. Pepper is better."

Luke narrowed his eyes. "What did you say?"

"I didn't send this." The mortal swore. "it says, Why Pepsi? Everyone knows Dr. Pepper is better." Luke screamed in rage, and his chair fell over backwards as he jumped up.

"YOU!" Bellowed Atlas, pointing. "MORE IBUPROFEN!"

Luke stormed around the room, the thick carpet marking his footsteps. "The nerve. Questioning my drinking habits. Stupid mortals."

He whirled around as Atlas swallowed a bottle of painkiller, plastic and all.

"I drink Pepsi because I like Pepsi!" He raged, flinging a book at the computer. "Dr. Pepper is for mortals. Pepsi is for the go- Titans! -invalid word- you mortals! NEXT QUESTION!" He threw a knife after the book, and the Mortal dove for cover, trembling in fear.

The room stopped shaking.

"Um." The mortal cleared his throat.

"Luke- Why in Hades do u want mortals (Basically anybody or anything to join ur cause? Your cause is stupid and you are stupid! And by the way the Titan's are gonna fall Ima daughter of the 'god who knows all' (Apollo) so ya better believe me!"

"WHAT WAS THAT?" Atlas roared, causing Luke to jump. "The cause is not stupid! The gods are invalid word! Why on earth would- who wrote that?"

"Text message language!" Kronos rumbled. "How dare someone write to us in text message language! Correct the grammer, Mortal!" The mortal jumped at being addressed directly by Kronos.

"Yes sir!"

"I! IS! NOT! STUPID!" Luke shrieked, "AND! HADES! IS! THE! OFFSPRING! OF! A! -INVALID WORD!-"

"Watch it, Castellan!" Kronos boomed. Luke bowed apologetically.

"Yes. Yes sir. We lost that good for nothing daughter of Apollo. -Invalid word- her. Who was that?"

The mortal moistened his lips. "LoveTheSun, sir. Oh, and there is a p.s…. it is,

I will NEVER join ur- I mean your- cause so don't even try!"

"We already gave up on her anyway." Luke said with dignity. "NEXT!"

The mortal whimpered, clicking open another e-mail.

"Luke? I want a couple of guys blown up. How much do you charge?"

"There!" Said Atlas happily. "Our plan is a success."

"Yah. One out of three." Luke muttered under his breath. Atlas ignored him, scratching his chin in thought.

"It depends on the person." He declared. "A half blood would be more than a mortal, for example. Tell Musafreen that it is simply easier to join our army." The mortal typed quickly, checking to Atlas for more information.

"Next."

"There aren't any." The mortal said quietly. Luke looked relieved, Atlas looked peeved.

"Well, remind them that more people can still send questions! Hit the purplish blue button, and we take anonymous reviews!"

"I have to go pee." Luke muttered, and fled.

o-o

That was fun to write. : )