Dear Artemis,
So, I was thinking. I had just gathered a band of boys together, and turned them into the poets of Apollo! Huh? Is it great or is it great?
-Apollo, Leader of the poets.
Dear Apollo,
Well, I always knew you were always the copycat of the family. I knew it. It's in your genes.
-Artemis, leader of the hunt.
Dear Artemis,
Are you sneaking around my closet again? Did you find any- ahem- "stuff?"
-Apollo.
Dear Apollo,
What stuff? If you're talking about what I think you are, you'd better not be.
-Artemis.
Dear Artemis,
Never mind.
-Apollo.
