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Malcolm Pace, a true child of Athena, was coordinating the attacks from a hastily organized command post on the green. He and Nyssa had spread war maps across a card table and were shouting targeting coordinates, while Chiara, Damien, Paolo, and Billies rushed to set up ballistae around the communal hearth.
Malcolm looked like the perfect battlefield commander, except for the fact that he'd forgotten his pants. His red briefs made quite the statement with his sword and leather cuirass. -The Hidden Oracle by Rick Riordan, page 319
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*intensely facepalming*
Malcolm, brother, WHY?
ONE DOES NOT SIMPLY FORGET HIS PANTS ON THE BATTLEFIELD.
YOU'VE EMBARRASSED US FOR MONTHS TO COME.
*sigh*
Why didn't you have pants on when we went into battle, bro?
*instantly has a disturbed expression*
*stiffly* nevermind. I don't want to know. Tell me nothing. Please.
*aggressively bangs head on wall*
