Salutations, dear readers! Sorry I have been lax, but I have been crying over the miserable lack of reviews for 'The Accounting.' For those of you that did R&R that-I cannot thank you enough! So I will not try, and instead will proceed straight to the amusing, amazing, astounding, all-encompassing, altruistic, arcane...
Shout outs! (Otherwise known as:)
'Vinnie's Props!'
schizo and proud: Oops-sorry! Did I do that? I didn't mean for you to take me seriously. (Brain: Yes you did, dillweed.) I hope that goes away soon. (Brain: Hope you go away soon.) Not you, s & p-he's talking about me...I mean, I'm talking about me. (Brain: Talking is not your strong point...)
artemisgirl: Must you do that? The coughing, I mean. coughmiscreantcough Not nice to play spoiler... (Brain: Kick her ass.) And after I put you in my HOF...
Dove of Night: Makes my day...makes my day... Wow. I feel priviledged when a reviewer signs with a name other than her pen name...even if it is not her real name. (Brain: You don't even know your real name, nitwit.)
Visigoth29527: Hmm...a twist I hadn't considered. I think I'll steal it-thanks! (Brain: Don't worry-he can't find his ass with both hands...)
Terra Logan: Ha! The 'pweze' didn't work this time! Perhaps because you spelled it with only one 'e?' (Brain: Nice comeback, Vin...moron.)
Lady of Faerie: Sorry. I will make it up to you. But I am still smiling like an idiot from the Starfire pouty-face. (Brain: He always looks like that.) How come no one likes poetry? (Brain: Your poetry, dude.)
The forgotten: Serious...you? Bwahahahahahahah! (Brain: She's not buying it.) No really-I forgot what I was going to say...
Darkest Midnight: Thank you, my dear. The head Rah-rahs are the meanest. Just shows how debonair I was... (Brain: Gonna hurl...)
Trigon the Terrible: Uhhh...sorry? No! Not sorry! I will do what I want with my story, when I want, how I want, where I want...uh, yeah. (Brain: I assure you, we will piss off Raven...) Nuh-uh! My lord, you have definitely earned a 'review of the week.' Check my bio page. I will deliver the praise you are so rightly entitled to. (Brain: Kiss ass! That won't work, when he finds out...)
the lone psychopath: You is welcomed! Crack...hee hee...she said 'crack.' (Brain: He is so easily amused...)
2lazy2register: I would never dream of mocking a dear, sweet reader such as yourself! (Brain: What? You're too lazy to register, but not to write a review?) And yes, I will. No, I won't. Well, maybe.
J.Zink: Confused? You? Naw, that's just a normal reaction to my lunacy. You'll get over it. (Brain: I think you're missing the point, Vin...)
Miss Kali Donovan: Ooh! You are a clever one! (Brain: To you, dust bunnies are clever.) Hey-you can say anything in the reviews and get away with it! See-I can say shit, damn, fuck, ass, prick...I can even say shitfuck! Hee hee. Oopsie-was that crude? Crap... Oh, hey-who's Alle? (Brain: Just take your medicine, buttmunch.) Damn! I think I have a tie for 'review of the week, now.' Well, just have to post both. Check my bio page for your review posting! Oh, hey-do you have a picture you could send me... (Brain: Sigh...he never quits trying...)
To those who read without reviewing: Let me introduce you to 'Trigon the Terrible...'
( I made my own page break...yeah, yeah, yeah...)
(Insert hilarious 'letter' below this line...)
Dear Mr. Del Greco,
I really don't know what to say. Ummm...what's going on? First Raven is angry, then she's conciliatory and resigned to her fate, then she's acting strangely out of character. By out of character, I mean that she almost seems to be...uh...happy? By strange, I mean: we're talking Raven here. You know-child of darkness, spawn of a demon. Raven isn't normally pleasant for more than 30 seconds at a time. When she's in a really good mood.
Who am I kidding? She's not normally anything. Nothing casual, boring or everyday about that girl. Maybe she's been talking to her emotions again. Maybe she's been talking to a new... OMG! That can't be...can it?
Oh yeah...I know about the little 'excursion' that BB and Cy took into Rae's head. Beastboy can't keep a secret to save his life. Especially from one trained in the fine points of interrogation by a certain caped crusader...
This is really cramping my style. It's hard enough to keep my team focused and dedicated under the best circumstances. With all the disruption caused by your 'correspondance' with my team mates, it has become a real challenge to maintain a semblance of discipline around the tower these days.
Not that I don't respond well to challenges, mind you. I love a good challenge. It's just that...well...frankly, I'm not the most experienced person in the world, when it comes to this sort of thing. You know, like what's going on with you and Raven. Like, 'correspondance.' Err...'special' correspondance.
I don't have to say it, do I! You know-like what Starfire kinda means to...I mean, what I think that I may sometimes, in a non-(you-know-what) kind of way, mean to Starfire... You know, from her point of view. Which has nothing to with any feelings I may or may not have for her or anyone. Not that I would presume to know anything about Starfire that isn't common knowledge. Well, anyway, what I am trying to say is that...erm...ahhh...darn it! YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!
What were you thinking? Do you know how hard it is to be me, with a confused...Starfire, and a terrified Beastboy, and a loony Raven on my hands? Not to mention that pompous, self-important... Nevermind. How would you know?
I'll tell you. I am going freaking nuts!
Do me a favor. Go away, please. Just leave me and my team alone, so I can get back to something resembling a life.
No more smarmy, condescending remarks about us. No more pandering to the base instincts of your readers. No more fantastic romances. No more smarty pants 'props.' (Geez I hate those.)
And lay off my outfit! You try to come up with an original look in the crowded superhero market. Come on-you know the mask is cool...you know you want it. And the cool belt full of exploding toys... And the cape, man. Chicks really dig the cape.
Hey-if you promise to stop messing with my life I'll send you a mask and a cape. Think about it. You could call yourself 'The Scribe.' Pretty good, huh? Thought of it myself, just now.
Gotta go. Beastboy is cooking some tofu-crud for the lavender la-la...she'll be down any minute.
Please help me, and go away!
Mask...cape...go away...
Thanks man,
Robin, 'The Boy Wonder'
P.S. You and Raven-no way. Do you even have any super powers? Do you know what she could do to you? I shudder to think of it...
(This is a page break I thought up all by myself!)
Ummm...do I have to say it? (Brain: Bottom left corner, square button.)