Grilled satyr with mango chutney, Polyphemus mused. He looked back at Clarisse, still hanging over the pot of boiling water. You a satyr too? No, you overgrown pile of dung! she yelled. I'm a girl! The daughter of Ares!Now untie me so i can rip your arms off! Rip my arms off, Polyphemus repeated. And stuff them down your throat! You got spunk.