HOW DARE YOU CALL MY HARD WORK A TROLL! I worked really hard ok! It took me like 6 hours to write the last one and I put alot of time effort into it! And she's not a mary sue, I ran her through the mary sue tester thingy and she only got a score of like 50 that's not even alot, so I don't know where you're getting that idea from.

OK DONALD TRUMP DID NOT LOSE THE DEBATE SO DONT SAY THAT OKAY. Besides you dont "win" or "loose" the debates either way. Other reviewer dude- your just jealous your country doesnt have its own donald trump.

HAHAH!

I wrote anotehr chapter while I was at school today so ENJOYZIES!

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Chiron and Percy were standing with there hands on their hips. They were facing each other intently. Percy's rock-hard arms were bristled with anger while Chiron's muscled brown legs were rippling slowly, like mud in the sun on the African plains. The hair was drifting back and forth slowly on an unborne wind.

"She's mine" said Percy.

Chiron crossed his arms and the muscles flexed slowly underneath the flesh of his arms.

"If you fucking touch his one more time then I'll rip your fucking throat off and feed it to you", rumbled Percy protectively and I felt a serge of love coming into my body. He did care after all, I, thought lovingly. "Then I'll rip your arms of and feed them to you also. Then next, your dick." The way his hands were clenched protectively on the railing of my hospital bed- so tightly that the cold thick metal was crumbling under his fists- was making me sure that he would go through w/ every 1 of his promises.

Chiron though, just, laughed. "As if I would want your girlfriend in the first place, I am a 5 thousand year old mythical creature, what would I want from a puny mortal like her" then he disappeared from the room, his muscles drifting like the tide behind him.

"What was that all about" quizzed Percy.

"I think he's jealous I've got such a great boyfriend as you", I enumerated, closing my small soft hand around his large rock-hard one, all past offenses forgotten.

"Awww really, do you mean that, that's so sweet,?" he vocalized, and I nodded, his head began bendind slowly towards mine. I felt myself going excited. He was going to kiss me! We had never kissed yet before and I was anticipating the sensation of his rock-hard lips on my soft pale rose-tinted ones. But suddenly the oak wood door of the room slammed open, and a crash sounded. There were footsteps across the polished pine floorboards then suddenly a voice roared eloquently, "NO PDA IN THE BIG HOUSE!"

"The big house, what an original name" I mused quietly, devastated by the loss of my kiss, before turning around to see some fat guy standing in the doorway. He was 5''2', approximately 250 pounds, with fat hanging off his body like loins, thick curly black hair that shone like liquid midnight, and eyes like emeralds set into his skulls.

"WHO ARE YOU!"

"I" he announced dramatically "I AM DIONYSUS. But you can call me Mr. De."

He was standing in the doorway and although he looked short and fat and kinda dumpy he also was radiating a sort of aura of power that was awe inspiring and also fear inspiring. He radiated purple light, and, there were grapevines and leaves and branches coming from his body, twining around him, with grapes and wine bottles hanging from the branches. He had on a deep purple maroon suit with a collar and a purple plaid paisley tie.. His glasses were small and horny rimmed. He suddenly melted off the fat and out of nowhere he had a 6-pack.

"Ahh" I said awed.

Percy was still holding my hand. As, I watched Mr. Dionysus came over and smacked our hands apart using his small knobby fist "NO PUBLIC DISPLAY OF AFFECTATION" he roared quietly, "or I shall feed you to Leonard the Leopard." He pointed to the wall w/ his hand, and suddenly I realized there was a stuffed leopard chihuahua on the wall. I gasped and trembled in fear. It was...alive! Even though it was stuffed and hung on the wall it was salivating and snapping its jaws ferociously with a certain aura of power.

"No", I quartered. "Please don't."

"Then...shall...you NOT consume of your personal dominion of affectation" he morkled softly, stroking the back-flesh of my hand with his fingertits, the soft moan of the darkness of night echoing around us. "It is quite disturbifying to the rest of us", and Leonard the Leopard crowed in his aggrieving agreement. Next to him Percy nodded, the muscles flexing and burrowing like death-worms in the grave of his flesh.

In the distance, there was rain.