Disclaimer: I AM TELLING YOU, ANINNYMOUS DOESN'T OWN TEEN TITANS!
Orchestra: Dun, dun, dun, dun! Dun, dun, dun, dun!
Director: Cut! All right, a little more emotion this time, you-yes, you, reading on your computer screen-WAY more emotion.
Marker guy: Marker. Take two.
Marker thingy: Click.
Disclaimer: GET IT THROUGH YOUR THICK HEAD! ANINNYMOUS DOESN'T OWN TEEN TITANS!
Director: Cut! Disclaimer, no variation on the script.
Disclaimer: What script?
Director: You didn't read the script?!?
Orchestra: Dun, dun, dun, dun! Dun, dun, dun, dun!
Disclaimer: I am not following any script. I'm trying to get these guys to understand that ANNINYMOUS DOESN'T OWN TEEN TITANS!
(Curtain parts to reveal lawyers)
Director: Gasp!
Orchestra: Dun, dun, dun, dun! Dun, dun, dun, dun!
Here is another chapter, after all this waiting. It is about two pages long. I reread "Outlaws" and realized just how bad it is, so if you have read it to this point, I congratulate you. I also encourage you-in a Lemony Snicket fashion-to do something else with your time than read my horrible stories. I assure you that more humor is on the way, as well as an attack by the most unlikely person. But that is in the next chapter, and if you don't read this chapter first, you will be forever wondering what happened to Starfire.
Okay, so you won't.
But read it anyway.
The T-Ship was spinning. Its contents were becoming acutely anxious, with plenty of cause to do so. Had sound the ability to travel through space, their muffled shouts might have been heard in the next galaxy. Sound does not have the ability to travel through outer space, but light does. Light, you understand, Dear Reader, is a wave that reflects objects of various sizes. People and animals use eyes to collect light rays and gather information about the objects of various sizes in front of them, behind them, and around them. And in our story, Dear Reader, the large eyes of Starfire were collecting light that was reflected off of a very large object. This object was a bright shade of orange, and Starfire knew that if she could see the interior, she would discover four familiar people. Four very familiar people. And these four familiar people, she also knew, were looking for her.
Meanwhile, inside the interior of the T-Ship, three of these four familiar people were currently gripped by waves of panic.
"Cyborg, don't panic."
"Don't tell me not to panic!"
"Panic!" (This was from Beast Boy.)
"For once in your short, pathetic lives, could you all just SHUT UP?" (This was (obviously) from Raven.)
"Short pathetic lives?" This was from everybody else.
"They will be soon. You're treating the effect and not the cause."
Everybody blinked, looked at each other, and began screaming.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Raven sighed and pressed earplugs into her ears. This might be way more difficult than she thought.
"Muffin! I'm back!"
Starfire's unusually shaped eyebrows rose. "I am now being called a pastry?"
Pastries aside, however, she knew that the only way to get back to the T-Ship was to fend off the Something as long as possible. She began examining her surroundings. She was in a large, empty room, and the only item big enough to block the door was the wheeled chair she was tied to.
The wheeled chair?
(Dear Reader, the rest wishes to write itself, but apparently I am supposed to write it. Let us give it some time alone as we journey, however, back to a certain large orange object.....)
Meanwhile...
-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(And back at the ranch...hold up, did I actually SAY that? Anyway.............)
"Darling, I'm here for you! And I've brought the only minister within a two-million lightyear radius who is willing to marry two people against their will!"
(This should be more déjà vu for all you Fairly OddParents fans.)
"What is wrong with this door? &$# electronic opener!"
"Slosh."
Starfire froze. No, not literally.
"Slosh, slosh."
She knew that sound.
"Bang."
The door flew open and Starfire landed upside down. She laughed hesitantly as she saw the faces-or lack thereof-that were staring at her. She knew both of them. Both had attempted the same thing.
Both had tried to marry her.
For the two faces-or lack thereof-staring at her were not only that of the Something, but the green face-or lack thereof-of Glgrdsklechhh.
This was bad.
Glgrdsklechh was the almost-groom of Starfire. Anyway-Sorry about not updating! (dodges rotten tomato) I really appreciate you. (dodges rotten celery) Please check my bio for announcements regarding other stories. (Gets hit in the face with a pumpkin) Thank you, and have a nice day.