“Green grass breaks through snow. Artemis pleads for my help. I am so cool.” He grinned at us, waiting for applause. “That last line was only four syllables,” Artemis said. Apollo frowned. “Was it?” “Yes. What about I am so big-headed?” “No, no, that’s six syllables. Hmm.” He started muttering to himself.
Looool, what are these two?
