Props, from someone who wishes to remain 'ambiguous,' so he won't get his ass beat:

Visigoth29527: How are things there in Iberia? And how do you expect me to let you get away with calling me 'mate,' when you're obviously not Aussie? Brain-sic him!

Outlawarcher: Have I inspired you to commit unspeakable acts on little children? I am shocked and asham...HAHAHAHAHAHA!

A shadow in the dark: Uhh, thanks? (Brain: Die!)

Darkest Midnight: Don't get all mushy on me. Oh-your 'homage'-I am truly flattered! Thank you. Oh-and I said OUR flag girls were hotter than YOUR CHEERLEADERS. Our Rah-Rahs were so incredibly hot that a step down to our flag girls is still way up there. And I spent the whole evening on our Senior field trip dancing with the Head Cheerleader! Nyah nyah!

I think I forgot my name (I think I like it the best!): Don't be a baby! What did I not answer you about? And maybe you don't deserve an answer, since you refuse to commit to being an everlastingly loyal reviewer! (Brain: I love you...)

Sue H: Yes, you are quite amusing, my dear. (Brain: Get away, Slade!) Umm...a 'sadist' is one who derives sexual pleasure from another's pain. You don't really think...where did I put my handcuffs...? Oh, and nice job! Yugi conjured some ancient egyptian-thingy that kicked my brain's ass! Well, not his ass, really. But I do feel sorry for Raven. I should stop writing these evil stories. You tell everybody that I quit...

Terra Logan: What happened to your other name(s)? Are you the same TL? Okay, where's my picture, huh?

Angel Vanilla: I think you've been watching too much of the Communist News Network...try Fox. Thank you, though. I've always enjoyed being called weird!

Tamaranian Raven: Servant, eh...? (Brain: Muahahaha!) Raven is angry at everyone, because they are amused by my stories, while Miss Roth is not.

The lone psychopath: Thank you...but you know I write romances too? LMFAO! Thanks for the props!

Reverend Macore: Hee hee! I passed the third grade! What the hell does 'yes and shoe' mean?

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Dear Mr. Del Greco,

What the heck was that all about? Does the term 'multiple personality disorder' mean anything to you? You change moods and viewpoints faster than BB changes his mind when he's confused.

More to the point: do you honestly believe that I am so gullible? Do you really expect me to buy into your lame, overly-dramatic apology? Or should I say your pitiful attempt to sweet talk me. You don't make a good effort at seeming sincere. That letter was so deep in BS that I had to get Cyborg to use his deep-penetrating radar to locate the piece of paper in that pile.

Let me let you in on a little secret-since you seem to be the only living being on this planet that does not know this-I hold grudges. But I don't get very angry-that's too dangerous. So I get even-very even. To be truthful, that may not be accurate: getting 'even' with you would only entail humiliating you and making you miserable. Somehow, I don't think that I would be satisfied with just making you uncomfortable in your own skin. What do I have in mind? Perhaps it will come to you in a dream...

Oh, and I already know that Beast Boy and Starfire wrote letters to you. Don't even try to deny it. Just listen to me carefully. If you write back to them, you better be nice. They mean well and are just trying to preserve harmony among us. So be pleasant, be polite, or be dead. And know this: just because they want things calm and peaceful won't stop me from doing what must be done. Which may be unpleasant for you, but gratifying for me.

Look-people disappear all the time. I don't even need to involve myself personally. You remember my father, right? He has 'friends,' who do not reside in my mind. You wouldn't like my father's friends. I can guarantee it.

Robin is really starting to piss me off, and it's your fault. He doesn't understand why I am allowing myself to get so fired up about what he calls 'silly stories.' I'm seriously thinking about hurting him, but with a twist. I will drag your ass to the Tower, and beat him senseless using your beaten, bloody, broken body as a big whooping-stick. Sounds like fun, huh? Well, it does to me. I'm (almost) smiling right now, thinking about it...

Hmmm...is there anything else I wanted to say to you? Oh yeah.

Did you know that I am also skilled in the arts of Voodoo? Do you know how a Voodoo Doll works? I have one here that bears a remarkable resemblance to you, I'm told. I also hold in my other hand a hat pin. Are you sitting down? Not for much longer...

Afflictively Yours,

Raven Roth

P.S. I hope you can sleep on your side, heh heh.

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