Disclaimer: I don't own PJO. Sorry for the uncreative disclaimer, but I'm feeling under the weather. I think my little cousin gave me a stomach virus. And sorry for not posting these yesterday, but I fell asleep right before posting.
Also, he's talking really fast, so that's why everything is hyphenated. And that's also why he's yelling.
"I-swear-to-the-drunk-I'm-not-gods!"
I-have-never-said-this! Know-why? Because-I-don't-get-drunk! Yes-my-father-is-the-god-of-wine-but-Kool-Aid-pwns-wine-any-day! The-most-I-ever-get-is-a-teeny-tiny-isty-bitsy-bit-hyper! I-think-that-I-might-be-hyper-right-now-but-I-don't-know! Usually-I-don't-find-out-until-I-calm-down!
*Swigs Kool-Aid*
What-was-I-talking-about? Oh-yeah! Stop-making-drinking-jokes-about-me!
Yes, that boy is... what was it? "Hopped up on enough caffeine to give a heart attack to a water buffalo"? Thank you Rick Riordan for having Jason give me that line.
And, yes, we've done it. Past fifty reviews! Thank you peace-love-and-writing for pushing me over the top! So I'm going to go to Philadelphia to celebrate! I think I'll go tomorrow.
If anyone didn't guess, that was my way of telling you that I'll be gone tomorrow. Yes, I'm sick, but I'll be darned if I sold that chocolate just to miss out on the field trip.