GO FORWARD AND BE EATEN.
GO BACK AND REGRET IT FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE.
NOT MUCH OF A CHOICE, IS IT?
OKAY, OKAY, DON'T KILL ME, PLEASE! This is so freakishly short you will hate me, but it is just to tide you over while I work on some of the bigger stuff. Some of the chapters I'm writing are so stuffed with Percabeth fluff, it might explode! And this week is my spring break, so I will be able to do lots of work.
"Hey, Annabeth?"
"Yeah Percy?"
"Does Kronos eat cookies?"
"What?"
"Well, he's the dark side, right? So he must have cookies."
"I don't think Titans eat cookies."
"Yeah, but if I join him, do you think he'll give me cookies?"
"I don't think the Titan Lord will be handing out cookies. Besides, if he destroys all Western Civilization, there will be no one to make the cookies."
"But what about all the humans on his side? Won't they want cookies?"
"No. They will all be dead too."
"You mean, if Kronos takes over the world, there will be no more cookies? Not even blue chocolate chip ones?"
"Exactly."
"That's awful! Well we have to stop him, come on! Annabeth, why are you hitting yourself with that book?"
As the demigods rushed into battle, Grover heard a strange battle cry coming from where Percy was fighting.
"FOR THE GODS, AND FOR COOKIES!"
Grover looked at Annabeth beside him.
"What was . . .?"
"Don't ask, Grover," she said grimly, "just don't ask."
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