A/N: Yo everyone. Right, okay so what's up? (I feel like I'm writing a note to someone) So yeah, I have great news. I HAVE JUST MADE IT TO 100 REVIEWS! Ohmigosh! Ohmigosh! I'm so happy. Most of you guy's love me. You really love me. Nah, I kid. You basically love my story. Okay so thank you my 100 reviewers. And thank you everyone for the ideas. Sadly today I'm using one of my own. Thanks though.

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans. Or Slade. But I do own the products I list below.

Dedications: To my 100 reviewers! Thank you! And to everyone who gave me ideas. Sadly, I'm using my own today.

Warning: This is like a mix of chapter 4 and chapter 6.

… You sit there, in front of the TV, doing absolutely nothing. A couple of more hours pass by and you're still watching those same reruns. You know all the lines to this episode, so why are you watching it again? But for some reason, you're eyes are glued to the television set. Then it happens, the thing we dread when watching TV. You have to go the bathroom. But you wont! You'll hold it, you decide.

Then the sink runs in the kitchen, your baby sibling is drinking water, the episode on the TV has to do with lakes, and the toilet just flushed. You can't take it anymore so you jump off the couch (or whatever you were sitting on) and run to the bathroom.

Satisfaction, you sigh and walk out of the restroom. But then the second worst thing happens when you're watching TV. Your sibling has taken the remote and changed your channel.

"Hey!" You shout and march over to him/her. They don't answer; they just smile real big at whatever they're watching.

"Don't you realize what I was watching was extremely important? It had to do with the facts of life, it had to do with world peace, it had to do with something like cartoons." You ask.

They finally realize your existence, "Huh?"

"I was watching my own channel. Go watch yours, somewhere else." You point your thumb over your shoulder, indicating that they had to leave.

"Your cartoons are over." They say and hand you the channel changer.

"So," you snatch it, "Go somewhere else."

And slowly they get up and sulk away. You glare at them to make sure they leave until they get around the corner and you know for sure they're gone.

Now it was back to your own channel. You flop on the couch again and press the channel number. But you realize something terrible. This isn't your channel! What it is, is so beyond terrible that when people hear it, they cringe in fear.

Your eyes begin to burn. Your ears begin to ache. Your stomach turns in knots. Your skin is now crawling all over. What's on the TV is making you sick. Sick. Sick. Sick. You curl into a ball and your sibling walks back into the room.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He/She asks you.

"I-I-I-n-n-n-f-f-f-o-o-o…" You can't even say it.

"Info?" He/She asks and cocks an eyebrow.

"INFOMERCIAL!" you scream and raise your fists in the air.

Your sibling slowly turns and looks at the TV screen.

"Hey there, my name's Jeff. What you see here is the best product of the 21st century. This product is better then sliced bread. This product will change the world forever. This product is… a flying penguin. Yes we all know that penguins can't fly. But this one really can! My company enhanced its wings so that it can actually fly.

"But wait! Not only can it fly, it can talk. It'll tell you jokes, tell you the answers to your questions, and amaze your friends. Here even listen to these satisfied costumers…" Jeff say's.

"My flying, talking penguin is the best. My friends once thought I was a loser and would not even look at me. But now with talking, flying penguin, everyone stares at me." Some random costumer said.

"MY FLYING, TALKING PENGUIN MAKES ME LAUGH! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Another random, yet crazy costumer said.

As you and your sibling sit there screaming in ultimate horror the TV drones on more about the talking, walking, singing, dancing, flying penguin.

Idea seventy nine thousand…

As most can see, infomercials bug like a fly swarming around your head all day. Gah! That's the worst! Anyways for this idea, you have to make a product. The product can be anything. It can be a blow dryer that dyes your hair a different color. Or some kind of pill that makes your boobs, butt, or whatever bigger. But, it preferably has to be a product that is so horrible it forces people's heads to explode.

Now instead of selling your product in a store or on lemonade stand, sell it on the TV. But on your infomercial you have to drone on about every single detail. Make sure to get some fake actors who will compliment your product for a cheap price.

When you have your product all in place and everything's there and ready, broadcast the product. Only it's on every single channel, every single day, until you are declared world ruler.

Success! Enjoy ruling the world. Kick major teen ass if necessary.

Slade's notes: The problem with the world today is that even though everyone is pretty lazy, everyone is pretty smart. Turning off the TV is an example of smartness. Even though the TV is what everyone lives for and loves to watch, some people have gone to the movie store and ordered movies. Or people have started playing their game stations. And even some people have heard of getting out of the house for the day. Just look at the Titans. I hardly think they watch TV. They're always watching movies or playing their game stations. And since I got no one ordering my product, a book on How To Take Over The World, I was forced into bankruptcy and had to pay it off by thinking up ideas for infomercials.

A/N: Thanks everyone for reviewing. Kay now I would so buy Slade's product, a How to Take Over The World book. I would have so much fun reading that. Anyways I came up with this idea the other day, when my dad was watching an infomercial. It just went on and on and on. It made me sick. So I decided to use it as an idea. Well thanks again reviewers.

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