CHAPTER TEN:

Rule 10:
Never, ever, forever,

-more like for-NEVER!-

fight Annabeth, Clarisse, and Percy all at the same time.

Or individually, either. They'll beat you either way.

And when he says beat, he's being literal.

I don't think I've ever gone through so much pain. Moving on!

Incidents Before This Rule:
Do you even need an explanation?

No, you don't. Do not argue with us. You just don't.

What Happens If You Don't Follow It:
You get killed.

Or worse.

Seriously, they need to get their priorities sorted out!

Did you just make a Harry Potter reference?!

That's for me to know and you to find out.

Okay, yes you did.

WHY CAN'T YOU GUYS STOP BEING GOOD AT FIGHTING?!

I AGREE 500%!

500%?!

What?!

I'd say more like...∞times ∞%! (A/N infinity, if that doesn't show up...)

Thanks for the suggestions, but nah. And, by the way, you can't multiply infinity by infinity because infinity is already infinite, therefore you can't go further.

Thanks for making sense, Annabeth.

Yeah.

Actually, I understood that. Maybe your smartness is rubbing off of me. OH NO!

The correct term is wisdom. But why is that a bad thing?

It's my reputation to stay stupid forever.

*Sighs* Whatever you say, Percy.

Prissy's an idiot. You should have known that by now.

Can we just get back to the topic?

PLEASE.

The only problem is...we're going to be highly humiliated by this. SO!, we should just let them speak.

That's actually one of the smarter ideas you've had.

Great! So...anyway...we went into the Big House attic. The Stolls were just sitting in a corner, gigglin-

Boys don't giggle.

Okay, chuckling about how they were going to win. Then, we came in and-

THREW OUR SHOES AT THEM!

That's literally how we defeated them. *smirks*

NO IT WASN'T! After you threw your shoes at us, we ran to the bathroom with your shoes. Then... uh... Travis...do the honors.

We may or may not have filled them with glue, and walked out, with our hands inside them... Then we tried throwing them back but they were stuck on our hands...

So you both ended up kicking yourselves in the face with your hand, and knocking yourselves out just trying to take off the shoe. Not a great tactic.

It was hilarious though.

Uh huh, whatever you say, Percy.

Shut up, Connor. Do you want to have all the fame and glory of the world?

Definitely.

THEN STOP TALKING.

Jeez Travis, chill.

After they knocked themselves out, I think Percy pushed a chair on them. The hard, wooden, school kind.

Oops.

Ehh, they're just wimps. Wimpy wimps.

Great choice of wording you used there.

SHUT UP BEFORE I BEAT YOU UP, JACKSON.

GODS, OKAY! Jeez. You can talk like this you know.

Percy, just shut up before she really does beat you up.

CAN YOU GUYS STOP!? We're still trying to describe the Grand Battle.

That we...lost.

Maybe you guys should let us tell the rest. After Percy pushed a chair on them, he put a blanket over it, spit on it, and left.

I had to make my mark. You know what, everytime I win a battle, I'm going to spit on it. That sounds good.

Until it comes BACK TO LIFE AND STARTS FIGHTING YOU AGAIN!

Whoa, whoa, calm down, Clarisse.

So, Stolls, what do you have to say about yourselves?

We already told you.

Do we need to repeat it?

Yes, you do. Say it loud and proud.

UGH! OKAY! WE WILL NEVER, EVER, FOR-NEVER,

FIGHT A DUEL AGAINST ANY OF YOU GUYS,

AND WE WON'T TRY TO PRANK YOU ANYMORE.

And what about the mike problem?

KEEP OUR MIKE. WE AREN'T HONORABLE ENOUGH FOR IT.

Seriously.

Well, you did crush the Big House mike as you fell on top of it, so I'll agree to this offer.

I still feel like you guys are going to find a loophole, but it's amusing to watch you guys practically bow to us.

Can you guys leave and let us grieve over our mistakes?

Please!

You better not be planning anything. I have my eyes on you. But not really, that would be creepy.

Percy, just shut up and let them be. We can take them if they try to prank us again anyway.

GOOD

BYE!

*mutters* And good ridd-

Are you sure you want to finish that sentence?

BYE.

PLEASE DON'T KILL US! *dodges pitchforks and torches*

sorry...we, uh, ... are... procrastinators... *nervous smile?*

well anyway! review? maybe? no? ok.

(yeah its kinda short... but we were... lazy. thats the word.)