Dear Annabeth,

I know you sleep with Percy. I see it when I peek through your window at night. You're all like, "Oh Percy! I want to be with you forever and ever!"

-Luke Castellan.

Dear Luke,

What. The. Hades. Why are you looking in my window at night? Have you ever heard of privacy? I could go on and on and bore you to death about what I think of spies, but I have a more suitable punishment. Percy, you may come forth.

-Annabeth Chase, has an evil grin on her face.

Dear Luke,

What!? What!? What!? How dare you! Spying on MY girlfriend?! I don't think so! You, my friend, have just earned yourself a place in Percy's personal fields of punishments! I can't believe it! Why?! Why?! Why?! I will hunt you down, bring a hellhound with me, and make it tear you to shreads! No wait, scratch that. I will hunt you down myself, and tear you to shreads myself. I will KILL you! And I swear, I will enjoy every second of it! Maybe I'll even get Ares to help me! Yeah! I'd start running if I were you! I will hunt you down! I don't mean downtown, I mean ten feet underground! (Specifically to the underworld. But hey, no one's perfect.) Are you running yet?

-Percy Jackson, a very, and I mean VERY angry son of Poseidon.