Pause For Effect

The Fridge Isn't Your Friend

Genre: Humor

By Shyro Foxfeather

Dedicated to Julia Poprocks and Goover. Julia for being my number one stalker…um…reviewer…Uh… Go her! Long reviews rock! Wheeeee…Stalkers are awesome… Go her! Woo::Grins:

And to Goover for telling me about the pork chop. Confused? You'll get it soon. True story 'cept it was her dad who found it…

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It would have been a lovely day for a picnic…

Of course it rained so there went that plan. However, Starfire insisted that they needn't be outdoors to have a picnic and much to the protests of the others that yes, you did, they were now packing a picnic basket to have a nice, quaint little picnic. In the spare garage.

Cyborg was bringing down the basket as the others set up the garage. It wasn't marred by oil stains and wasn't all that dirty at all. They opened the garage door and let the rain cascade beyond their limited view. The garage was set up on a sloped side of the tower—but than again, which side didn't slope? —so the rain fell in waves that never touched their concrete dining area.

Raven opted to use her Japanese style table that she had bought and kept in her room. It was short and forced the diners to sit on the ground, which was good for a picnic. A warm blanket that was attached to it stretched off the table and just barely fell to the ground. Underneath the kotatsu was a heater that was like a Japanese furnace and was to keep their legs warm.

Starfire grinned a tossed a red and white-checkered table clothe over it with glee. They crowded around it; Robin on one side, Starfire on another, Beast Boy and Raven on one side together because there wasn't enough room if Cyborg was to sit there and as the half-machine man had shouted down to them from the stairs as he entered 'they're both skinny and short'. That didn't go over well with either of them. (AN: If you're confused, think about it. It's a four-sided table.)

So now they sat at the table and Cyborg handed to each his—or her—own meal as everyone thanked him for doing so.

"Purple moving Jell-O stuff for Starfire." He didn't make that, he just found it in the fridge, figured she'd like it, and brought it for her. By the look on her face he was right.

"A thermos of herbal tea for Raven and a green leaf salad to go with it." He said handing her the food. "Another thermos—this one to Beast Boy—with hot chocolate and a bowl of tofu squares." They obviously weren't taking the picnic as seriously as one would think.

"A sub sandwich for Robin and his unneeded diet soda. Man, you don't need diet." Cyborg exclaimed. "And for me-," He smiled and pulled out a plate. "Pork chops and my own non-diet soda."

Robin blinked. "Did we buy pork chops?" He asked.

Beast Boy blanched and Raven shook her head. Starfire was too immersed with eating her meal to notice anything.

"Hey, Cyborg, let me see that." Robin insisted. Cyborg blinked and handed Rob the plate. The Boy Wonder frowned, his brow furrowing, and turned to Cyborg. "This… is not a pork chop." He stated solemnly.

"Oh…kay." The mecha man said a little fearful of what Robin would say next.

"It's a piece of chicken and it's not even rotting. It's leftovers from last night's dinner!" Robin exclaimed, tossing the plate back to him. Cyborg looked sheepish and began eating his chicken.

Beast Boy groaned, "Dude that's sick. You made me lose my appetite talking about all that meat!"

"At least it wasn't rotting chicken. That'd be gross." Cyborg grinned outwardly.

Beast Boy turned green…-er, and quickly had to excuse himself from the table. They watched the changeling run hurriedly out into the rain and Starfire let out an oblivious cheer, "I love picnics! May we have another tomorrow?"

…Owari…

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Disclaimer: Shape shifting lemon-flavored water will suck the soul from the sharpie pens if their plan of box domination does not get seen through. I mean um… er… I don't own anything! I swear!

Disclaimers are fun…

Need food. :Holds up sign reading 'Will type for food.' On it. People pass by and a random person drops a quarter in.: Woohoo! A quarter! Yes! Now I can eat a…um…gumball? Crap.

:Holds sign up again.: Feed the author people! She can't live on herbal tea like Raven can!

The Kotatsu is what I believe the table to be called, however, I may have gotten the name wrong. For all I know right now I could have said it was a Japanese sword or kimono. Ugh.

And the series grows longer. This is up because I just wanted to write about the pork chop. Heh. I know, it's short. Sorry. :Sheepish grin: