I sat up in bed. "What did he say?"
Tyson groaned, still half asleep. He was lying facedown on the couch, his feet so far over the edge they were in the bathroom. "The happy man said...bowling practice?"
I hoped he was right, but then there was an urgent knock on the suite's interior door.
Annabeth stuck her head in--her blonde hair in a rat's nest. "DISEMBOWLING practice?

Autore: Rick Riordan