Welcome to The Bottom Freaking Line. As you can see, I've resumed writing Teen Titans-related fics, if only to parody them. I'll be stabbing at all of the classic parody topics, both overused and not!... well, at least I'll be putting my own spin on them. I hope you enjoy!

"Well, I don't know about you four, but I, for one, am bored," Raven stated in a typical, melancholy, sardonic tone that was unique to only her *coughandSasukecough* in Fanficworld, which was usually known as Fanfiction DOT net.

Starfire looked up from licking her jiggly, weird, odd-colored, disgusting, heap of pink-ish Jell-o and cooking her pet Silkie, a jiggly, weird, odd-colored, disgusting, heap of pink-ish Jell-o worm thing. "No, friend Raven, I am not bored. I am having most of the fun friend, because Silkies are an excellent source of protein! I learned it from the friend Bear Grills."

"Duuuuude!!!!" shouted Beast Boy, since he says that.

"Booyah!" shouted Cyborg, since he says that.

"Titans, go!" shouted Robin since he says that.

"Friends, please stop using the cliched catchphrases that have been given to you by the evil corporation known as 4Ki– I mean, Cartoon Network. Or the whatever created us."

"Stop saying 'the'! And I don't think we were created by Cartoon Network. At least, not the new one. It's too stupid now. What with all of its Ben 20, Secret Saturdays, and Adult Swim. Hell, I'm not even sure if those are all on CN. Maybe some are on Nickelodeon."

"Hey, how's the reader supposed to know who's talking if you don't announce yourself after your quote?"

"Friends, does anyone know who is talking now?"

"Duuuuude!"

"Starfire, Beast Boy, and now me, Raven," stated Raven triumphantly. "See? That makes everything much easier. And I added a 'triumphantly'! Booyah!"

"Raven, stay in character!" Robin chastised. "Hey, that is better."

"Duuuuuuuuuuude, duude dude dude, duuuuuuuddddddeee."

"You said it, BB. Booyah!"

Raven shook her head degradingly and went back to her book that the author just decided she had. "It was never established before, you see, but I always have a book. Even in the midst of a battle." She pointed to an archive of Fanfics. "See, in this one," she continued, pointing to one which opened, "See, right there, Cinderblock attacked, and I pulled out my book from inside my cloak. See! See! Right there. I started reading. And then I got knocked out, and... oh. Never mind. The book was a cheesy plot device designed for me to get distracted, and then Beast Boy would come to my rescue. My bad, that would never happen." She closed the web browser, muttering, "Stupid shippers."

"Duuuuude, that might happen," Beast Boy protested.

"BB, we're trying to portray a sense of realism here. And speaking of realism, when would I ever even say 'BB'?" Raven snarled, glaring at the author.

"Sorry! It won't happen again!" the author shouted apologetically.

"Good," she replied, picking her book back up, even though there was no indication that she had put it down in the first place. "This is shameless," she muttered, reading Poe or some other creepy poet. Or perhaps she was reading about Malchior or Rorek or whatever his name had been. Either way, she continued reading the book that had seemingly appeared in her hands.

"Speaking of Malchior," she said aloud, (the reader was expected to suppose who she was talking to on their own – actually, it wasn't apparent if she was speaking to herself or not.) "I wonder whan the Mary Sue chapter will be appearing?"

"Actually Raven," Robin pointed out, "I don't think there was supposed to be a question mark after that. It was more of a statement than a question, if you were talking to yourself."

"But I don't know if I was talking to myself. The reader assumes so, but then again, you can never be sure with these Fanfiction writers.

Then the author left out a close quotation, just to prove a point. Or maybe it was a typo. Either way, it worked.

"...Is anyone going to answer my question?" she asked after a long pause.

"Dude, I hope it comes soon, dude, cause usually I'm paired up with all of the Mary Sues (and occasionally Gary Stus), so the Mary Sue chapter will be when I finally get some action in this fic!"

"Beast Boy. This is the first chapter," Raven said scathingly.

He shrugged. "Oh well." Then, for good measure, he added, "Dude."

"And on that note, I think I'm in the position to say some token black guy things, and the episode is supposed to end! But since this isn't a failed attempt at an episode of Teen Titans (rather, a parody of a failed attempt at an episode of Teen Titans), I guess there really isn't any episode to end here, now is there."

"I think there was supposed to be a question mark at the end of that, Cyborg. That was more a question than a statement," Robin put in helpfully.

"Shut the hell up, y'all," Cyborg said cheerfully to the camera, pushing Robin out of the picture by the face and grinning broadly.

"Duuuudes!! We have a camera crew now!"

"Yes, friends! The friends on the crew of cameras have been hired by the friend Glen Murakami to be our friends and do our bedding!"

"...Stafire, I think – no, I hope you mean bidding."

"Yes, bidding! That is the word."

Raven rolled her eyes. "Apparently Robin has become the new spelling and grammar dictionary. Good job."

He tsked. "Raven, there should have been a comma in there somewhe– oof!" he yelled as a lighting bolt of dark energy shot him off screen once again, where he would stay, recovering, for the rest of the chapter.

"And on that note, I think I'm in the position to say some token black guy things, and the 'episode' will end!" Cyborg shot his proton cannon at the screen, and it went fuzzy. Then, pushing the screen out of the way a little, he popped his head in to add a side note. "Don't worry, it'll be up and running again for the next chapter."

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