Now, where were we...? Oh, yes! I must insist politely on more reviews, before I shall unveil my greatest story ever. What-you don't believe me?

The moment you have all waited for...the Props!

Kage no ni yoru: What mean ye by 'Wtholf?' Hmmm, Lame, and Corny: Methinks you got it!

Me: Is this really me? I did giggle a lot...but I have already read the other chapters...?

I think I forgot my name: You do that a lot, don't you? I have indeed checked out of Titan's Tower-they said I was too lame, and corny...

Duyt: Aha! Very clever-thou callest it a 'rendition,' thereby avoiding the inevitable wrath of Vinnie, who proclaimed this story to be not the Teen Titan's. However, thy name is most peculiar, and I fear for thine sanity, if thou be male, skipping about with a powdered wig, singing 'ah-ha; ha-ha!'

Malcore Xan'thex: What? Thou wast surprised that it was good? Uhhh...and what was I discouraged about, again?

HVK: Actually, Sir...I talked to Master Richard, and he assures me that they do, in fact, speak in that manner.

Darkest Midnight: Nice to see you again! Did I say 'delicious' several times? I try to mix up the ridiculous random adjectives. I do believe that particular problem becomes more pronounced as the story progresses...Is there a good reason? Not really, none that I can defend...

To those who have read, and not reviewed: Do you not wish to be immortalized in the props?

To those who have reviewed, and not read: I can fix all your problems...just send me your name, address, mastercard or visa, and driver's license...

Now, on to the grandest second chapter of 'Teen Victorians' ever written...

'Q: Are We Not Men? A: No...'

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LATERYET

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The youthful defenders of justice continued their journey. The carriage bounced and swayed precariously, as it wound it's way throughout the narrow streets of Haarlem, which were in a notorious state of disrepair.

Rounding a corner of the bleak street, the monumental five espied an unruly-looking group of young men wielding weapons of mass destruction. They appeared to be impeding the progress of an innocent shepherd, involved in driving his flock across the street upon which their own transportation was traveling.

Mr. Stone was first to speak, this time-as it was, properly, his turn. "Hear, hear, black-hearted mavens of mayhem! Oh-sorry Master Rob-er-Richard. You, black heart: do you intend ill towards this innocent herder of pretty sheeps?"

"Go back to your fancy party," replied one of the filthy ruffians, most rudely. "We needs some of these fine pretty sheeps, and you shall not stop us."

Richard trumpeted his battle-cry, "Sally forth, Colossii!" he cried, with great feeling.

Miss Raven shook her head sadly, murmuring, "One must needs fear for our goodly reputation, when Master Richard persists in unabashedly proclaiming his tasteless and annoying call-to-arms in such a manner..."

Miss Kori tittered, "I must disagree, Raven dearest lovely maiden friend of mine-I do consider Master Richard's declaration to be most dashing, and rollicking good sport, in addition."

Miss Raven's dark eyes took on a distinctive reddish hue, briefly. "You frankly exasperate me, Koriander. You are plainly lacking in matters of good taste."

"There is no need to thus abuse me, Miss Raven," replied Kori, hurriedly. "I certainly apologize for my presumptive enthusiasm."

The young male members of the Adolescent Colossii, bye the bye, had come into close proximity of the murderous ruffians, who threatened harassment of the poor shepherd.

The largest member of the human filth wielded his monstrous weapon, charging at Richard. "Feel the awful wrath of my truncheon, handsome meddler!"

Reaching for his trusted short-sword, Richard grasped nothing but air. "Goodness me, I have once again neglected my armament!" He mouthed in amazement.

Kori gasped in preparation for a swoon. "Miss Raven-you must extricate Master Richard from his awful fate, or I shall surely die!"

Raven sighed. "Oscelot, Mango, Xenon!"

A small black cloud gathered above Richard. The cloud discharged a noisome flash of lightning, which set fire to the frightful truncheon of intended mayhem. The miserable miscreant holding said weapon was quick to drop it. Richard, Victor, and Garfield then set about the business at hand. Their mighty fisticuffs soon vanquished the horrible 'Hobbits' of havoc.

"Another job done well, what say?" Crowed Victor, removing his soiled dueling-gloves.

"Good fun, I say," chimed in a bloodied Garfield.

Richard wiped the spittle from his chin. "Let us to yon tavern, to rest and relate our heroic tales of virtue triumphant."

"Hear, hear," joined Victor.

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The ladies joined their dashing male counterparts, and entered the tavern, accompanied by the jubilant cries of the shepherd and his grateful sheeps.

The tavern-keeper fixed the dandies with a jaundiced eye. "I do hope you gentlemen wants not for a free draught in exchange for your admittedly daring rescue of my dear cousin..."

"No, no-certainly not, good Sir." Garfield spoke in a most gentlemanly manner. "We wish merely to pay you for our refreshment, and make a bit of merry sport, reciting of our tales of knightly adventures."

Just as Mr. Logan was finishing his pronouncement, an old haggard woman burst through the tavern entrance, accompanied by the local Constable. "There she is!" shouted the miserable old crone. "She's the witch!"

Miss Raven laughed nervously, "Dear me, I have previously been disparaged for my manner of cavorting with manly dangers-but never before have I been described in such a loathsome manner. Methinks this ugly decrepit hag has had strong drink."

Laughter all around greeted Raven's witticism. Men nodded to one another, and toasted 'strong drink!'

"I saw her conjure fire!" The crooked old one exclaimed.

"Oooooooh," replied the sophisticated crowd, in unison.

"Others outside tell the same frightful tale," Said the Constable. "We must needs be consider this charge fully."

"She's a witch-burn her!" A cry came from a dark corner of the tavern, from one particularly sotted patron.

"Yes! A witch-burn her!" Cried the remainder of the contemplative citizenry.

"Yes! Hear-hear-uhhhh, no..." Shouted the dim-witted Garfield.

"My good friends." Raven offered. "Good people! I cannot be a witch, for I have not the mark!" Raven shouted. "It is common knowledge, after all, that a witch must bear the mark of Beelzebub."

"That is truly stated, Miss Raven," commented the Constable.

"But how know we that she bears not the mark?" Observed an owlish-looking little man.

"Aye! The mark! We must verify that she bears not the mark!" The tavern-patrons chanted-independent thinkers that they were. "Strip her of her coverings! Strip her to unclothedness! Let us all view the absence of the mark!"

Richard leered at Miss Raven. "Harrumph!" He colored slightly, and quickly recomposed himself. "Thou shalt not strip this maiden fair of her coverings, lest you do it over my deathly personage!"

"Aye-kill him! And burn the witch!" The gleeful mob cried. "But let us strip the corset form her most delightfully feminine form, forthwith."

"I clearly stated 'deathly' person, not 'dead,' stuttered the cowardly Richard. He whined, in a Garfield-like manner-"Please do not consider it promised that you must end my mortal existence... ."

"I too, shall offer my life for yon fair virginal maiden, Raven!" Cried Garfield, supposing himself to be not half so stupid as he, in fact, was.

"Hear-hear!" Joined the overly-agreeable Mr. Stone. "Let us all die, before Miss Raven is stripped of her coverings!"

Kori could hear no more without rejoinder. "If you must take the virginal, pure charms of a fair maiden, I shall permit myself to be so abused, rather than suffer Miss Raven."

The lovely, voluptuous, delicious Miss Koriander stepped lively to the center of the room, and began to remove her bodice. "Constable-would you be a dear, and avail yourself the opportunity to assist the removal of clothing from my very distracting body?" Cooed the sensuous vixen.

Richard, after retrieving his wayward tongue, was fortunate to decipher Kori's message. "Let us take our leave while Miss Kori is thus amusing our clever friends," whispered the chicken-hearted one.

Thus slunk out the four amazing givers of justice, like mice.

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