Random Percy Jackson Stuff

I don't even know anymore....

I don't know but I can kinda see this happening.

Teacher: Mr. Jacson can you come to my desk?

Percy: *walks up*

Teacher: *holds up math paper* I'm sorry Mr. Jackson, but this work is unsatisfactory. I only except perfection.

Percy: Um... Mr. Teacher, you can't just say you like my girlfriend. I agree, she is perfection, but man, that's gross.

Teacher: I was talki-

Percy: -like seriously! You're what, seventy?

Teacher:

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Teacher:

Annabeth: *facepalm*