Hee hee-I don't think this is over, yet...

Okay! On to the truly important stuff-the famous 'Vinnie's Props!'

Lor-al: Thanks. How's Jor-el doing?

Lost Inside: Hmmm...nasty, yet very funny...yeah! That's exactly what I was going for, come to think of it! The Giants are okay-I just don't like that guy-you know-the one that hates that Babe Ruth will always be remembered as THE greatest player the game has ever known...

schizoandproud: Don't die! ...I need the reviews... Hey, I do med's too! I gots some yellow ones, and some pink ones, and some orangy-kinda ones...

Darkest Midnight: Ackkk! This is fiction...I would NEVER write from my real life experiences...right? Please tell me you believe me...

Angel Vanilla: That's so nice of you to believe the best of me! Do you have any naughty pictures to send me of yourself? They're for Brain, of course, not me...

2Lazy2Register: Ummm...she's not real? Oh... /sniffle/ ...no wonder she never... /whimper/ ...excuse me, I need to double up on my Prozac...

Tamaranian Raven: You know Raven's mom! How cool is that! Tell her hi for me, and see if you can get me an autograph. Please! Oh, wait. I bet you're gonna tell me now that she's not real, either... /sob/

TerraShioriLogan: Hee hee. I bow to your elaborate ruse. You are older than you are telling, aren't you? You are far too sly. Oh-do you mean the group 'Blackmail,' or the act of blackmail, or the medieval body armor black mail? Hey-I didn't say I don't like it...just when it's not me committing the act...

Dory, aka, the reviewer formerly known as I think i forgot my name: How about Magoo? Shocked? Hardly. I am dissapointed, however, that you do not feel like letting me have a go at your writing...hardly sporting now, eh? But please continue your delightful reviews!

Dove of Night: Hey-yeah...that review was pretty funny...heh-heh...right? That was meant to be funny, right/sweating/ Funny-right/sweating/ Fun, fun, fun...please don't kick my ass.../act of contrition/...were you admiring your letter, or Raven's?

Duyt: Sigh...another one... Now, where did I ever give anyone the idea that the author in this story is me? Oh... never mind... But I did not say that I wrote from my life experiences-that would be stupid! I would never do that...(Brain: Liar) Shut up, Brain!

J.Zink: I am sweating bullets, dude! Hey! 3 Booyahs to you and all the great guys in our military, wherever they are! God Bless You!

Malcore Xan'thex: Ninja Monkeys? Pshaw! YOU tell Raven her plan sucks, if you're so brave! Oh-and about my not being famous enough to be humiliated...see review by 'The Master of Skittles.' Booyah! I am being compared to Dave Chappelle! Nyah, nyah!

The Master of Skittles: Wow! Now I have two front runners for brown-nose-oops, I mean 'Review of the Week!' I have to admit-pointless flattery WILL get you quite far...thanks ever so much...

Well...ahem! Enough preening. On to the next installment of our thrilling psychodramatic dance of correspondence.

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Dearest Raven,

I don't suppose it would be sufficient to say the I am sorry...? I suddenly came to the completely unprompted recognition that I have been acting in a way that could be easily misinterpreted as inconsiderate. Or, at the very least, insensitive...

Oh hell-I have been acting like a dumb-ass. I, of all people, should know better than to try and match wits with one who is so demonstrably my superior in all ways. I have always marveled at your quick wit, your piercing observations, and your infallible logical deductions. I find myself in the odd situation of being jealous of your ability to maintain such rigid control of your emotions. If only I were able to conduct myself in so noble a manner!

Oh, what a marvelous world we should inhabit, could but all mankind exercise such restraint upon his base instincts as your example shows us. Please dear, merciful, Raven-before you dispatch me, for the minions of hell to do with as they please; would you honor a request that you reveal to me your secrets of meditation? What is it that enables you to so expertly manipulate the most ancient scourge of mankind-his unrestrained greed, wants, and desires?

If only I could be the Captain Picard to your-uh-Raven! Together we could stamp out the plague of madness which holds sway in our moderne society.

Do not trouble yourself further-I will write no more Teen Titans stories. Besides the writer's block that has overtaken me, the fear brought upon me, by my angering of you, has brought me to the point of wishing only for a quick end to my worthless life. Here I have been adoring you from afar, all these years, and I have succeeded in gaining your attention, only to have you despise me for it. I have nothing left to live for, no higher calling to follow, now that I have alienated the one to whom I aspired to share the search for a higher truth.

If only I could have exercised more restraint, as my beloved Raven does! Had I not lacked the courage to contact you directly before this time, what a different, and infinitely better direction my life would have taken! With my considerable monetary resources, and scientific abilities, and your incredible intellect and empathy, we could have changed the world!

I am truly sorry for any pain I have caused you, my beloved Raven.

With all my love,

Vincent

P.S. Could you please find it within your merciful heart to send me a picture, which I can gaze upon longingly, and contemplate what might have been?

P.S.S. Could you autograph it to 'My dearest friend?'