WEEEEEEEE! I IS BACK!

I went to a forum and talked to people and it was weird! They were all people who write fics and stuff like soraoathkeeper and sweetnymph and Taiba, but I replied and then one of them wrote back saying "Oh my god, N/M Shin! It's an honor!"

(Blank expression)

So now it's an HONOR meeting me? What happened?

Jax: ...You people actually think she's HONOR WORTHY?

Zephyr: (Comes out of bathroom with towel on) Hey, where'd all the hot water go!

N/M Shin: ...Jax, did you take a shower today?

Jax: ...No, did you?

N/M Shin: ...Then where did the hot water go?

Zephyr: Well, looks like we've got another mystery on our hands.

Jax: ...N/M Shin, did you, perhaps, not pay the hot water bill?

N/M Shin: ...Uhhh...You know... Showers are so overrated...

(Jax and Zeph chase N/M Shin around in circles for half an hour until they get tired and fall in a heap on the couch)

Jax: ...Why were we chasing you again?

Zeph: Who cares?

N/M Shin: Anyway, I have a new idea for the fic that might make it more fun!

Jax: Oh great, another idea you're not gonna follow through.

N/M Shin: Whaddya mean! I always follow through on my ideas!

Jax: Yeah right, like Terra, and the pics you were gonna draw, and the beta-reader and-

N/M Shin: OKAY I GET IT! Well, I'm gonna follow through on this one, okay? I'm gonna ask a question at the beginning of every chapter, and those who answer correctly in a review will get the privilege of me answering their reviews! It'll mean the author's notes will be longer, but I realized that I should try to answer reviews, and this was a fun way to do it! We'll start with a quote from one of my favorite movies!

What movie is this quote from:

"I caught you a delicious bass."

N/M Shin: I also realized that I, the song-fic maniac, only have ONE STINKIN SONGFIC! And I hardly have any Starobin fluff! Sorry to the Starobin fans, this chappy will have some! I'm just so obsessed with Raveast, I forget them. It might be hard for me to write though.

P.S.-Please stop telling me about the mistake in chapter 7 regarding the cheetah, I GET IT ALREADY!

XXXXXXXXXXXX-Songfic-Gifts and curses, Yellowcard- XXXXXXXXXXXX

(This part takes place before the explosion, when Robin, Cy, and Jinx are fighting the robots)

(The song says 'Mary', because it's from the S-man2 CD, just ignore it)

Robin and the others were still in shock when the robots began their attack, and had to get roughed up a bit before they got their minds back in the right gear. Cyborg, Robin, and Jinx didn't notice the first few times they were slammed against a wall or thrown to the floor, even though their skulls made thick, hard, grating thumps against the concrete and cinderblock.

WHAM, WHAM, WHAM! (Aren't sound effects cool?)

After getting thrown against a wall for the fourth time, Cyborg finally understood that gawking time was over.

"Hey," He said, getting up and dusting himself off, "Where'd these robots come from?"

"Well, the Mommy robot and the Daddy robot-"

"Not now Jinx, I'm serious"

Jinx threw a hex blast at three of the robots, making them explode, due to a few hundred malfunctions at once. Various parts, some still crackling with energy, flew thirty feet away into five others around them. "If you're so serious then why are you just standing there? A little help would be nice!"

Debris from the robots she had smashed fell at his feet. "You look like your doing fine without me."

"Then... go help Robin or something!"

Just then, Robin flew in the same wall that Cyborg had been thrown into a few seconds ago. Only, he was a bit more vulnerable than Cyborg.

"You okay man?" He said concernedly, helping Robin up, "That walls pretty tough."

"These stupid robots are only a distraction; we have to get rid of them, quick." Robin drew three of his mysterious disks, "Titans, go!"

"Mary belongs to the words of a song.
I try to be strong for her, try not to be wrong for her.
But she will not wait for me, anymore, anymore.
Why did I say all those things before? I was sure."

Robin launched himself into the air, doing a mid-air flip and slamming his steel-toed shoes into two glaring metal faces. Several more robots converged on him as he took out another of his trademark gadgets.

He leapt with extraordinary speed from gleaming metal giant to giant, until he had successfully planted disks on six of the henchmen's hunched backs. They tried to grope at them with their claw-like fingers, but they were soon sparking threateningly. The devices gave a warning beep, which grew more rapid until the Slade-bots finally exploded into each other. The blast broke each of the robots in half, sending a fraction of a robotic corpse flying at twelve other metal companions, each igniting upon impact and blasting anything near them.

Beep, beep, beepbeepbeepbeep...KABOOM!

Six disks equal at least twenty dead robots. Simple math.

"(She is the one), but I have a purpose,
(she is the one), and I have to fight this,
(she is the one), the villain I can't knock down."

One would think that this mass destruction would require more concentration than a normal human could muster, but Robin's tactics were so his own that they were done in a daze. Some people call it being "In the Zone", but in Robin's case it was really more like "In Another Zone."

He had more on his mind than he could handle before all of this damned Slade business started; now he just couldn't seem to focus on anything but his hatred for Slade, and the mess he had gotten himself into.

Sure, his life seemed perfect in terms of money, company, and hope, but his version of a perfect life was far from what he lived in now. His visions of the future when he was a teenager were a life of ethics, and a regular family with no worries or problems. His family would be perfect; he had a beautiful daughter with everything going for her, the woman of his dreams at his side, with plans for the most elegant wedding his virtual billions could afford; but that was the problem.

Does a real family have a wedding planned where their biological daughter would be one of the bridesmaids?

I love Star, and I love Connie. Really, who wouldn't? But...we just aren't a real family. We may love each other greatly, eat together, raise each other, sign report cards...but...Star deserves better than an incomplete family.

Truthfully, Robin knew why he was so down about the entire thing, but isn't denial so much better than the truth?

The reason Star didn't have the family she deserved, was because Robin was so afraid that he wouldn't be able to handle it. This new Slade case didn't help either; in fact, it was just making the problem worse.

Dammit, how does he always find the perfect thing to ruin? Sometimes it seemed like Slade tapped into Robin's mind, finding the perfect button to push to make him as desperate as he wanted.

Robin worried for Starfire and Connie's lives much more than his own, and the thought that they could die before they were finally a family shattered every single breakable thought and hope that Robin had. Dying before your dreams can be fulfilled must be the worst fate next to dying before you can tell someone you love them. Death often reaches those that do not deserve it, simply because they are the easiest ones to be killed by those who do.

BZZZZT!

A bright red beam sizzled right next to his side, burning a hole in his "unburnable" cape. Apparently, the cape had a limited warranty. The heat brought him out of his daze, only find close to fifty robotic bodies littering the ground around him. Most of them were simply beaten rather than in pieces, leading anyone to the conclusion that, while he had plenty of them, no gadgets had been used.

Sometimes, Robin thought, I fight better in la-la land than the real world.

But Robin was a bit short of celebrating as he was decked, hard, at the base of his neck. The sharp pain along his spine brought him to his knees, clutching the back of his head as if trying to stop the ringing in his ears. Everything started shaking in his vision, making it look like a cheap earthquake effect. It was actually his body, violently shaking from the blow to the message center of his nervous system.

If the blow had been a bit harder he might have been paralyzed, or perhaps even dead.

Another robot thundered towards him, jumping just before it reached him to kick him in the stomach. Robin doubled over in pain; leaving him unprotected from the earth-shattering punch then delivered to his jaw by a third of Slade's minions.

Robin flew into another wall, making some sand shake loose from the flimsy tarp that functioned as a ceiling. Was someone up there? He really didn't have time to bother with that.

It did hurt, unbearably in fact, but his thoughts broke through the searing pain in almost every part of his body.

But, I didn't take all those hits for nothing, He smiled at his optimism, I took them for Star.

"I see your face with every punch I take,
and every bone I break, it's all for you.
And my worst pains are words I cannot say;
still I will always fight on for you."

Despite throbbing pain, deep depressing thoughts, and fear for the safety of his loved ones, Robin ran back into the fray with a smile.

But, am I being selfish? A moment of self-doubt arose within him as the thought occurred, if I feel this bad about Star and Con being at risk, they must feel twice as worried about me. I get so worked up over Slade, I know it but I can't help it.

If I died, right now, Star would have to live with the knowledge that her greatest dream would never come true. What if I fail?

...What if, what if Connie died? The guilt would overtake me...I-I would probably kill myself.

...It's ironic, in my teens suicide disgusted me. How some people would get so depressed that they would kill themselves, not caring how it affects the people who loved them alive?

If worst comes to worst, however, it might be the only way out.

"Mary's alive in the bright New York sky,
the city lights shine for her, above them I cry for her.
Everything's small on the ground below, down below.
What if I fall, then where would I go, would she know?"

Once his thoughts became too depressing to dwell on, he returned his attention to the fight. They were definitely winning, but not nearly fast enough. Unless Beast Boy and...That... girl caught Slade, he would escape.

And I can't, I can-not, let that happen.

But, he assumed, these thought were his. He had a wonderful gift; great knowledge and fighting skills. He used this gift to help other people who were not as fortunate, and they were spared. But this gift, along with Star's and Connie's, were also their greatest curse.

Anyone close enough to make someone warm, is cursed to be their coldest guilt once that person dies.

In other words, my life endangers those who play the biggest part in it.

...That really sucks.

"(She is the one), all that I wanted,
(she is the one), and I will be haunted,
(she is the one), this gift is my curse for now."

But how do the others handle it? Each one of his friends loves someone, therefore putting them in danger, how is it that they don't break? Do they simply not realize it? Do they just not care? They had a secret that kept them from the heart-breaking feeling he was drowning in now, he had to learn it! He couldn't bear it any longer!

RAAUGH!

SH-SHINK!

Robin roared in frustration as he took out a razor-sharp birdarang. He ran through the mass of remaining robots with one in each hand, slicing them as he strode by. He was a red and yellow blur, skipping from black body to black body. A chain of explosions followed after him, making a charred pathway of where he had been.

The remaining robots each took a step back.

Well, all but one.

One brave metal minion jumped out of sight into the rafters, then hopped down, raising his hands in a fist over his head to slam its foe into the ground. Robin, however, was catching his much needed breath during the sudden moment of peace.

He didn't see the robot coming until a blue flash lit up his vision.

"Booyah!" Cyborg pumped his fist into the air with a smirk on his face. "Yo Robin, what's happenin' man? I turn around for a second and see you about to get clobbered! What are you on man?"

Robin looked up at him for another moment, his breathe returning to normal.

"How...How do you do it?"

"I see your face with every punch I take,
and every bone I break, it's all for you.
And my worst pains are words I cannot say.
Still I will always fight on for you. Fight on for you ..."

"...Do what, Robin?"

He chuckled, "...Nothing. Thanks."

"No problem."

Then a huge explosion rocked the building, a wind followed after it, blowing through the windows and sending the lightweight robots crashing into them. The last thing Robin saw before going unconscious was Cyborg's circuitry dimming out, and Jinx smashing her head against the wall where they were all crumpled against, under the huge mass of black androids.

Starfire...I'm sorry.

XXXXXXXXXXXX-Oh my god, I was IN THE ZONE with that one!-XXXXXXXXXX

(Hmmm, should I end the chapter here, or keep going? Decisions decisions...)

(It's 12:09 AM so... I'LL KEEP GOING!)

"What the hell?"

Of course, any normal teen would have reacted that way if they had just triggered a nuclear explosion.

The blast rang up the street, causing the huge warehouse so shudder threateningly. It vibrated in their ribcages and made the small stones and pieces of dust on the make-shift roof shake and dance across the tarp. A tremendous gust of air followed soon after it, making anyone whose eyes were open start tearing uncontrollably with its incredible force. Their hair blew straight out behind them as the zephyr passed, but soon all was quite.

The city below them looked more like a crumbling mountain than the busy metro-Atlanta. Debris, from basically everything within a hundred feet radius of the bombs point of origin, littered the ground in huge chunks and charred pieces of cloth.

The only thing missing were the sirens.

Beast Boy stood in a mix of utter shock and horror for a second, as if soaking up some ghastly possibility. His breathing became labored and he was searching everything within his field of vision, frantically looking for something.

"What's up with you?" Hannah said, uninterestedly, "Do you need shots or something? I mean it's bad but, y'know, nobody was hurt or anything."

He froze for a moment at the sound of her voice, then turned around and looked at her.

"Y-You mean...He-Slade didn't tell you what was going on?"

She rolled her eyes, "Oh yes, my kidnapping was a total learning experience."

Beast Boy ignored her as he searched his person frantically, pulling a yellow communicator out from some unknown compartment. He put it up to his jaden face and pressed the button to a distinct frequency. A personalized tone sounded.

"Raven...Raven, which town are you in? Where are you now? Repeat, what is your position! Raven!"

Only static.

He tried a different frequency, "Star...Starfire! Which town are you in! Please answer me, Raven isn't responding!

Static.

He growled, half in annoyance and half in worry. Why weren't they answering? He pulled up the tracking screen. If they were anywhere in the US, he would find them. The search screen came up and he waiting patiently for it to locate his friends.

The machine pinged as its search range grew larger and larger. About eight minutes passed with only the steady unyielding ping of the tracker.

He began to get worried; it shouldn't be taking this long!

"Tracking frequencies have been terminated, communications have been terminated, no contact can be made."

"Damnit!" He yelled out "Stupid tracking system!"

He threw the communicator across the roof, disappearing on the other side of the building.

Beast Boy collapsed on his knees, running his gloved fingers through his emerald hair in worry. But the more he thought about it, the more his body started shuddering, until he was full-out crying.

"It can't be," He choked out between sobs, "Why did they have to be here?"

"Okay, I'll bite, what's going on?"

XXXXXXXXXXX-And...Back to Darren!-XXXXXXXXX

The first thing Darren noticed as he broke back into consciousness was the searing pain all over the back of his body. He was laying on his stomach on hard concrete and hot tar, as if the bomb had melted the road, a comfortable weight of debris and wreckage lying over him. Some of the objects that lay over him were sharp and jagged, prodding his agonized back like a bad sun-burn.

He pushed himself up on his arms, inclining his spine so that the load of rubble slid off of his throbbing back. The pain went all the way to the back of his legs, his heels having the least irritation.

Well, let's put all those hours wasted watching CSI to good use. Darren grinned; Raven always told him he was too much like his father to be healthy.

He turned around to survey the scene around him. Taking it all in was a bit of a job, considering that it led to almost three miles away.

The way he remembered it, he had his back to the GL robot (AKA "The Nuke"), when it went off; that's what led to his third-degree sunburn. Though the place he was now was far from the point where he had intervened in the super cat-fight only a few moments ago.

Then again, He thought, it could have been hours. Who knows how long I've been out?

A long, deep, jagged trench ripped along the street, as if something had taken a giant spoon and made a long line in their mashed potatoes; only, without the gravy. It stretched about three miles up the road to where he had been standing before the accident, indicating that he had blasted through the pavement like a drill. The end of the trench, where he had woken to find himself, had melted tar at the very end in a large pile. He may have parted the rock, but the tar had stuck to him. Darren brought his hand up to his face and pulled a wad of black, warm tar out of his hair.

"Oh, that's real nice..."

So, the bomb blew behind me, burning my back; the blast drove me into the concrete...okay, through the concrete; and the tar was lying either in a pile at the end of the ditch or plastered to my hair. Then I got buried by the rest of the street and all the massacred buildings.

"So I, Darren G. Logan, have solved yet another mystery."

"...Now for the next great mystery, how to get tar out of your hair."

His sensitive ears picked up a groan about half a mile away. "Con?"

XXXXXXXXXXX-Ooh, the cliffhanger is over...or is it?-XXXXXXXXXX

(Songfic: The Saddest Song, -The Ataris)

"So...they must have been here when it..." Beast Boy didn't finish the last sentence of his story. How could he?

"So Darren... and... M-Mom just got blown u-up by a n-nuke?"

He just nodded.

"...Well...that really sucks."

"What?" Beast Boy stood up quickly; his tear-stained eyes had a wild amazement in their emerald depths. "Is that all you can say! 'Well, that really sucks'! How can you be so...So heartless?"

"Listen, jackass!" He winced at the curse, "I'm just as broken up as you are about this but crying a river and building a bridge won't help!"

The charred cab of a pickup truck exploded a few feet away from the building; they both jumped in shock.

"It's okay, it's okay, just calm down." Hannah mumbled to herself.

"Ann, everything will be okay. We'll find them."

"You mean we'll find their charred corpses. And, don't call me Ann; I hate that name." She responded indifferently.

He 'hmph'ed, "Well then what do I call you? Do you want a super-hero name too?"

"If you knew me at all you would know; Darren and Mom never call me Ann. Everyone who cares about me calls me Hannah, or Han, or even H; but Ann? That sounds like a pilgrim name, I swear to God."

Her words stung at his heart; did she really think he didn't care about her?

"I'll bet you don't know what's gonna be in two days either." She crossed her arms over her chest

He chuckled. "You think I don't care, or know anything, about you. But I do know that; only two more days until your birthday. I can't believe you'll be turning twelve." He then looked her straight in the eye. "But, do you know what yesterday was?"

She stared silently for a moment, and then shook her head.

"Only two more days, until your birthday

Yesterday was mine

You'll be turning five

I know what it's like

Growing up without your father in your life"

He chuckled sadly. "It was mine."

Hannah unfolded her arms and looked down at the ground, hoping she could find the right words on the army-issue tarp. "Well...that doesn't change anything. Darren or Mom probably reminded you or wrote it on your hand so you wouldn't forget."

He scowled. "Raven and I thought we had raised you kids right, but I guess we didn't even teach you the golden rule. Bad parents, bad!"

"I don't give a shit about some golden rule." She re-crossed her arms.

He closed his eyes and shook his head. "Ann, Hannah...whatever; where on earth did you learn such language?" Beast Boy said teasingly.

"Daytime TV, now, what the fuck is the golden rule!" She was starting to get impatient.

"How vulgar," He laughed, "Anyway, the golden rule is a rule that has been around since time began. It's helps children, and even adults, treat each other with respect and decency. I learned it when I was about four."

Hannah growled in annoyance.

"The Golden Rule is: 'Treat others the way you want to be treated'. Right now, you aren't treating me very fairly." He crossed his arms, waiting for an answer.

She took a deep breath. "So you got rid of me when I was four to have no human contact for eight years because you wanted to be treated that way?"

"So I pretend I'm doing all I can

And hope someday you'll find it in your heart

To understand why I'm not around

And forgive me for not being in your life"

Beast Boy uncrossed his arms and hung his head. "I guess you don't remember then."

She shook her head.

He shook slightly. "When your Mother told me you would be taken away I...I told her I would rather have you stay with me and blow up the Earth, than hate me and have the Earth be fine. I never wanted to give you up, I didn't care if you killed everyone on Earth, I just wanted you to know I loved you, and I wanted you to love me." He shook more violently. "After you were taken away, I sat on the floor of your room for two days, never coming out."

She raised an eyebrow, her wall of hatred slowly crumbling. "You-"

"I just thought...If I sat there long enough...You would come back." He was now sobbing even worse. "But...Y-You never did, I waited for so long. And when you came back...W-When you came back...You..."

"I remember waiting for you to come

Remember waiting for you to call

Remember waiting there to find nothing at all"

She uncrossed her arms again, slowly remembering.

"The first thing you said t-to me...w-when you came back was...was... 'W-who the h-hell are you?"

Her eyes started to water.

"I just wanted...t-to curl up and die."

"I remember waiting (waiting) for you to come

Remember waiting (waiting) for you to call

Waiting there to find nothing at all"

He finally collapsed, sitting on his knees and crying into his arms. He was pitiful, sitting there crying; But what Hannah felt deep in her soul wasn't pity. She felt so hollow and empty, like her heart had fallen out of her chest and shattered on the ground.

What else could she do?

Beast Boy felt himself being pushed back, then warm arms grasped around his neck. Hannah sobbed into his shoulder, and he could hear numerous things exploding behind him.

Like he even cared.

"I'm s-so sorry...D-dad."

"Maybe someday you'll really get to know me

Not just from letters read to you

I pray I get the chance to make it up to you

We've got a lot of catching up to do"

"I love you so much."

They both said it in unison.

"So I pretend I'm doing all I can

And hope someday you'll find it in your heart

To understand why I'm not around

And forgive me for not being in your life"

"So, Whaddya want for your birthday?"

"I remember waiting for you to come

Remember waiting for you to call

Remember waiting there to find nothing at all"

"Nothin' really, how about you?"

"I remember waiting (waiting) for you to come

Remember waiting (waiting) for you to call

Waiting there to find nothing at all.

Remember waiting for you to come (Forgive me)

Waiting for you to call (I'm so sorry)

I will make it up to you"

He laughed. "A hug."

"Well then, Happy Birthday."

XXXXXXXXXX-Awww...sniff-XXXXXXXXX

(If I don't end this chapter soon, it might get too long!)

(Hmmm...NAH!)

His sensitive ears picked up a groan about half a mile away. "Con?"

Darren began to unfold his wings, but once he had moved them even one inch they screamed out in pain.

"Ahh..." He choked back a howl. "Wing-burn, that's bad. Guess I'm hoofin' it."

He ran towards the sound of the pained groan, which he recognized as being Connie's. As he drew closer he could smell blood and singed clothing. I hope she's okay; she's not exactly a demon.

Darren stopped when he found a good sized pile of rubble and began to dig through it, some of the rocks and pieces of metal being at least 150 pounds. The pile was roughly four feet tall when he started, which meant Connie was completely buried.

"Con, can you hear me? Are you okay?" He said worriedly, "If you can hear me, say something."

For a second Darren thought he was being way too relaxed about this, she was buried underneath tons of rocks and sharp pieces of metal, why wasn't he worried? I guess I just know she's tough. Tameraneans are just about the strongest race in the universe.

The rubble he was shifting through suddenly became hot, and then a red beam shot through the side of the pile. The blast created a hole, but the pile collapsed in on it. He heard a mumbled curse from underneath the debris.

"Shoot through the top of the pile; I'll get out of the way." He yelled through the wreckage.

He heard her muffled voice through the rocks, something about wrong way.

"Okay then, brace yourself." Darren visualized her beneath the ruins, then used his powers to lift her through the barricade of rocks. He also concentrated on moving the rocks away from the top with his powers, creating a wave of heavy rubble crashing down the sides of the mound of debris.

In a matter of seconds Connie rose out of the wreckage, trailing dust after her. His blue aura moved her over to him then dissipated like a fog, catching her in his arms.

"You okay?" he asked, looking her over, "Can you stand?"

She winced, "No, my ankle was twisted under this really heavy rock, and...Ugh, just look at it."

He looked down and shuddered at her ankle, which was facing the completely opposite direction it should have been. "Ouch."

"Yeah, ouch, can you heal it?" She clenched her teeth.

"Looks like it's broken, I can't heal broken bones...sorry." He looked downcast, then quickly brightened up. "But I can numb it, how about that?"

Connie looked so happy she could cry. "Thank God, please!"

Darren's smile grew even wider, he concentrated his powers on the veins in her ankle, blocking the flow of blood to them so that they would numb, but not enough to damage the ankle from lack of blood.

"There ya go. Anything else?"

She sighed in relief. "No Dr. Logan, can I have my lollipop now?" She laughed.

"C'mon, we gotta find the others."

Darren looked towards where he had found himself; fog enveloped everything around them, like a thick, white, swirling curtain. Why hadn't he noticed it before? Was he too worried about Connie?

Then he heard something, like shallow breathing.

"That fog is beautiful..." Connie mused, still in Darren's arms. He shushed her.

The heavy breathing came closer through the fog, until he could just barely make out the shape of a man through the swirling mist. "Who are you?"

"Darren..." The voice breathed threateningly, "I... am your father!"

The next thing he heard was hysteric laughing.

It took him a few moments to realize. "Dammit Dad!"

Garfield Logan's green form finally became visible through the fog. "I have always, always wanted to do that!"

"Yeah well, what are you doing here?"

A second figure came through the fog.

"...Hannah? What the hell?"

Connie tilted her head, glaring questioningly at Darren, "Who's Hannah?"

"She's my sister." He said, still flabbergasted.

"Oh, good." She sighed in relief.

"Whaddya mean good?"

"...Nothing!"

XXXXXXXXXX-Okay, that's all folks!-XXXXXXXXX

(...No, seriously, that's all)

(Stares at the chapter she has just somehow written) ...Holy...HOLY...HOLY FUCKIN GOD!

Jax: WHAT SHE SAID!

N/M Shin: This is (counts) OVER 5,000 WORDS!

Zephyr: AND OVER 16 PAGES!

Jax: AND TWO SONGFICS!

N/M Shin: AND SOME STAROBIN FLUFF!

I have NEVER been so proud of a chapter in my entire life! And I'm so tanked from writing all of it, I can't think of anything to put in the author's note!

Jax: I'm gonna go take a victory shower! (Walks into bathroom and turns on shower) AHH COLD! WHERE THE FUCK DID ALL THE HOT WATER GO!

(Jax runs out of bathroom with towel on and joins Zeph in glaring at N/M Shin)

N/M Shin: Umm...Should I start running?

(Cue chase seen)

N/M Shin: Okay, remember to review, and if you answer the question I'll respond to your review! But if you answer, make it a review worth responding to please! (Runs in circles from Jax and Zeph)

Read, review, repeat!