"Break open the good wine and the good cheese and kill the fatted calf!" The party roared. They celebrated me, the first child of Artemis, half god, half man, half bull and half wizard. We gathered around the climbing wall and I drank the lava like cream. Mmm how tasty.
Suddenly Charon appeared in tight black leather body suit and wicked bat wings, at the top of the wall. He cried out, "You thought I was just a simple boat guy, but I am actually totally evil!" Then he stole Percy's pumpkin panties, and Percy was ashamed, his face as red as a chili pepper.
"Now you get down here Charon" said Annabeth. And with a shake of her magic bulldozer she mowed down the climbing wall, and Charon nearly died. But he had wings.
"Losers! You're all mash potatoes without gravy! Like one lonely pea in one disappointing pod! Two cats, and only 3 lives! Like Kanye West without Kanye! Fire with no heat! Eggs without the ketchup!" scoffed Charon. For he had escaped their clutches.
The entire camp was popped like a post-birthday pinata, and our spirits were deflated. We were helpless as Charon stole our credit cards and chips and flew off into the night, slurring cool insults and deflating our self-esteems.
"Ride after him!" shouted the campers. And then the camp flew into a wide scale panic, where many were injured from the stampede of pegasi.
"Wait", said Chiron "the prophecy! Only the Furious Five, the goose father, and the deadweight panda may go."
Naturally I was the panda. The goose father, Percywercykins. The Furious Five, Annabeth, Grover, Harry Potter, Romeo thug rabbit, and a balloon. Grover held the balloon. Pitying the balloon, I took a sharpie and drew a masculine face on it.
