Scrawny? Baby, I Invented Scrawny. Scrawny Is

I Tried To Talk To Annabeth, But She Was Acting Like I'd Just Punched Her Grandmother.

Glancing Back I Got My First Clear Look At The Monster. He Was Seven Feet Tall, Easy, His Arms And Legs Like Something From The Cover Of Muscle Man Magazine-bulging Biceps And Triceps And A Bunch Of Other 'ceps, All Stuffed Like Baseballs Under Vein-webbed Skin. He Wore No Clothes Except Underwear-i Mean, Bright White Fruit Of The Looms.

Even Little Herley, Who Couldn't Have Been More Than Eight, Looked Like He Could Go Six Rounds With Chuck Norris Without Breaking A Sweat.

You..." The Centaur's Eyes Flared Like A Cornered Animal's. "you Should Be Dead.

Tyson Charged At The Cyclops Leader, Ma Gasket, Her Chain-mail Dress Spattered With Mud And Decorated With Broken Spears. She Gawked At Tyson And Started To Say, “who—?” 463/508 Tyson Hit Her In The Head So Hard, She Spun In A Circle And Landed On Her Rump. “bad Cyclops Lady!” He Bell Owed. “general Tyson Says Go Away!” He Hit Her Again, And Ma Gasket Broke Into Dust.