MINOR CHARACTERS' LINES!!!!!!: Dr. Thorn: Now do you see how hopeless it is? Yield, little heroes. Artemis: I could appear as a grown woman, a blazing fire, or anything else I want, but this is what I prefer. This is the average age of my Hunters, and all young maidens for whom I am patron, before they go astray. Apollo: Green grass breaks through snow, Artemis pleads for my help, I am so cool. Charles Beckendorf: Stop it. Let's start with the Hunters. Which three of you will go? Connor Stoll: The one who put the arrows in my helmet? Travis Stoll: The big girl who likes to hit people in the head? Silena Beauregard: I'll show them "love is worthless". I'll pulverize them! Dionysus: Oh, goody!...Ah, pinot noir is making a comeback. Don't mind me. Chiron: And, ah, for what it's worth, I almost volunteered for this quest myself. I would have gone, if not for the last line. The Spirit of Delphi: Approach, Seeker, and ask. (ominously) Luke: Oh, don't worry. Your help is on the way. It's all part of the plan. In the meantime, try not to die. (maliciously/evilly) Sally Jackson: Percy! Oh, honey! Is everything okay? Paul Blofis: Sally, you're a riot. You want some more wine? Atlas/The General: Assuming she does not die from her injuries, you may keep her alive until winter solstice. After that, if our sacrifice goes as planned, her life will be meaningless. The lives of ALL mortals will be meaningless. (evil chuckle/laugh) Blackjack: That's the one. Hey, look! There's a donut shop. Can we get something to go? Rachel Dare: What kind of a name is Percy Gotta-Go?! (I chose this one)
Thanks to -alloftheabove-.
