Orion

“Dionysus snorted. “Oh, I didn’t want you particularly. Any of you silly heroes would do. That Annie girl—”
“Annabeth.”
“The point is,” he said, “I pulled you into party time to deliver a warning. We are in danger.”
“Gee,” I said. “Never would’ve figured that out. Thanks.”
He glared at me and momentarily forgot his game. Pac-Man got eaten by the red ghost dude. “Erre es korakas, Blinky!” Dionysus cursed. “I will have your soul!”
“Um, he’s a video game character,” I said.
“That’s no excuse! And you’re ruining my game, Jorgenson!”
“Jackson.”
“Whichever!”
― Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian

“Hey, boss, said Blackjack. Can we take a donut break? I wiped the sweat off my brow. “I wish, big guy, but the fight’s still going on.” In fact, I could hear it getting closer. My friends needed help. I jumped on Blackjack and we flew north toward the sound of explosions. FIFTEEN”
― Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian

“Stay alert!” I told Blackjack. “I’ve got an idea.” Oh, I hate your ideas.”
― Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian

“Personally,” Mr. D continued, “I couldn’t care less, but congratulations. Also, I should tell you that we have a new camper today. Peter Johnson.” Chiron murmured something. “Er, Percy Jackson,” Mr. D corrected. “That’s right. Hurrah, and all that. Now run along to your silly campfire. Go on.”
― Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians: Books I-III