Fils de putain

Christ on a Popsicle stick.

was cussing me out from A to Z.

I can't. Like, that's how bad it was. I really can't even paraphrase it without cussing. He said something about, 'Something, something, beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep, you beep.' Seriously, that's exactly what he said to me. I promise you.

Aspiring Asimovs!

Jeez, Hazel," Percy said, "tell your horse to watch his language."
Hazel tried not to laugh. "What did he say?"
"With the cussing removed? He said he can get us to the top."
Frank looked incredulous. "I thought the horse couldn't fly!"
This time Arion whinnied so angrily, even Hazel could guess he was cursing.
"Dude," Percy told the horse, "I've gotten suspended for saying less than that...