Percy, crab-walking around Annabeth: If I was Sisyphus I'd eat a bit of dirt off the slope every time on my way down until the slope is no longer steep enough for the boulder to roll down. It would be the end of suffering in 47 days.
Percy, waddling behind Luke: If I was Atlas I'd shake the sky up and down to make the laminated wobble sound worldwide everyday and piss Zeus off enough to kill me or himself.
Percy, cart-wheeling in front of Thalia: No idea how I'd cope being Prometheus. He died so we can light joints I wish him the best.













