Luke: How do some ragtag, volunteer half-bloods in need of a shower somehow defeat a global superpower? How do they emerge victorious from the quagmire, leave the battlefield waving Camp Half-Blood's flag higher? Yo. Turns out they have a secret weapon: a son of the Three you know and love who's unafraid to step in! He's constantly confusin', confoundin' my own henchmen! Everyone give it up for Camp Half-Blood's favorite Master-of-Death man!

Everyone: NICO!

Nico: I'm taking this horse by the reins-

Harry: Whoa whoa whoa... Master-of-Death man?

Luke and Nico: Why are you here?!

Harry: Master-of-Death man?

Luke: What? I couldn't think of a better word! Why don't you try to write a rap like Lin-Manuel Miranda?

Harry: *shows Invisibility Cloak to Nico* You aren't the Master of Death yet! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Nico: ...

Harry: HAHAHAHA ha ha ha... ha?

Nico: *makes Harry fall through a hole to the Underworld* HAHAHA!