Upon returning to the hotel, Beast Boy immediately flopped onto the bed furthest from the door, where he spent a brief moment stretching as a cat before returning to human form with a deep, contented sigh.
"Ahhhh… y'know… my brain is telling me it really wasn't, but right now, my stomach thinks that was the best salad I've had in months."
"I hear that," Cyborg agreed as he carefully shut the door. "I'm sure I've had better Buffalo wings, too, but man, that really hit the spot."
"Well, you know what they say about hunger being the best spice…" Robin observed, unpacking some night clothes on the other bed, across from Beast Boy. "Anyway, let's get some sleep. I want to get an early start tomorrow, and it's late enough already."
Beast Boy, meanwhile, remained sprawled atop the other bed, where he'd begun lazily fishing around for the TV remote. "Hey, Cy, what're you gonna do about recharging…?" he asked their chrome-plated compatriot.
"Heh, you're gonna love this, BB," Cyborg grinned, rummaging briefly through a suitcase before dramatically producing a length of extension cord with a large, heavy, rectangular box attached to one end. "Check it out… I rigged myself up an A/C adapter!" He began searching for a wall outlet.
Beast Boy emitted a noise that was half amusement, half disbelief. "What, you're just gonna plug yourself into the wall? Hey…" His eyes narrowed in suspicion as he peered at the cord. "How come that looks exactly like the power cable for the 360?"
"Um, prob'ly 'cause it is," Cyborg mumbled, his back to them.
"Cyborg, are you sure that's safe?" Robin paused in the process of turning down his bed, watching the big man with an air of uncertainty.
"'Course I am," came the answer, with confidence, as he finally located a free outlet next to the corner table. "I tested it at home, before we left… now let's see here…" Having plugged the 'box' end into a jack in his side, he grunted something semi-audible (which, to Beast Boy's keen ears, sounded suspiciously like "Moment o' truth, yo") before plugging the other end into the wall.
The lights in the room flickered briefly, and then Cyborg's visible optic circuits began to emit a soft glow.
"Boo-yah! Wha'd I say, wha'd I say!" He pumped his arms triumphantly at each of his teammates in turn, both of whom looked visibly relieved. "Well then, g'night, all." He lowered himself to sit in the nearest chair—
--Which immediately shattered under his weight, with a singular, ear-splitting CRACK!
Robin, having opened his mouth too late to warn him, winced.
Beast Boy erupted into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.
"Oops," Cyborg frowned, looking sheepish. "Guess I'll sit on the floor."
