Poseidon, slamming his trident on the table: We need to have a serious conversation about discipline in this family.
Amphitrite: Ha, that's rich coming from you, husband.
Percy, triggered with childhood trauma: I don't know what I did wrong, but I'm sorry. I'll try to fix it.
Tyson, also triggered with childhood trauma: Please don't kick me out, I really don't want to be homeless again.
Triton: I'm literally doing your job for you, running your city and doing diplomatic relations to get Olympus to help repair your kingdom. What more do you want?!
Poseidon: Wha- no! None of you four have done a single thing wrong in your lives. You're perfect. I'm talking about the rest of you.
Polyphemus, in the midst of eating satyrs:
Antaeus, in the midst of sacrificing Poseidon's weaker children:
Kymopoleia, in the midst of destroying a section of Atlantis:
Kymopoleia: Time to run?
Polyphemus and Antaeus: Agreed.
