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.