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Lady of Faerie: Ooh-that must hurt! (Brain: I'll give her hurt!) Don't worry, Brain is safely restrained. (Brain: Famous last words…)
Nightlark: Starfire is not stupid, just charmingly naïve. (Brain: Yeah-Vin is stupid.) Thank you, your reviews are amusing. (Brain: Careful how you interpret that.)
TL: Thank you! Anything for a longtime, loyal reviewer. (Brain: He means fangirl.)
Schizo and proud: You seem to have started a trend…I am picking up a whole network of reviewers with multiple personalities. (Brain: I started it!) Cool! Japan? You went to Japan and did not invite me? (Brain: Obviously smarter than the average reviewer…)
Princess Dark Raven: Hi, and welcome! Weird? Didn't get ch. 2? (Brain: Her name means nothing, Vin…) Let's see-Cyborg laughed at Robin's predicament. (He's a weenie.) (Brain: Annoying, but funny…what does that say about you?) What? No more reviews?
Visigoth: Ahh…you never dissapoint. (Brain: Too bad he's not a chick!)
Kali D. : Plot? I did not intend to burden this hodge-podge mess with a plot…but so be it. (Brain: He'll keep writing this crap as long as peolple read it, apparantly.)
Shekron: Your all-powerful alter-ego, of course! (Brain is very admiring of him…) Nice, nice-'kick me sign…with a point scoring system.' Thank you for the IC compliment!
Christina Ross: Glad you feel better! (Brain: Are you sure you don't hurt somewhere else?) You are so sweet that I can't even insult you! (Brain: But I can, and will…)
2Lazy2Register: Hee hee. Thank you! I love making people laugh so hard that they injure or embarrass themselves! (Brain: Especially the injury part!)
DM: It was funny that you were confused? Or I'm so funny that I confuse you? Or are you just a confused person in general? Hey-I can't stop writing-look at all the reviews! (Brain: Simple premise, simple goal, simple author…)
Sluggo: Thanks! May I now insult you? (Brain: Me! Me! ) Down, Brain. You must submit more and longer reviews, before begging for more.
J.Zink: 'Snerkles'…cool word! (Brain: Consider it stolen…)
That little voice in my head: Ending? Why would I end this when it is so popular? (Brain: And easy to write!) Are you already bored? Shall I quit now, and tell everyone that I granted your request? (Brain: Yes! Carnage, Chaos! Whee!)
At the office of Mr. Vincent Del Greco:
"Sir. A young lady here to see you."
"Who is it, Dianne?"
"Miss Raven Roth."
"Uhhh…(gulp) send her in?"
"Sir?"
"Yes, send her in, Di."
"Hello Vin."
"Why did you come here, Raven-er-Miss Roth?"
"I just had to see who my tormenter was. In person."
"Are you here to kick my ass? To kill me?"
"Not just yet."
"Perhaps we could take this meeting somewhere else."
"Hmmm…"
"A quiet lunch maybe; some espresso after…?"
"Espresso, yes-lunch no."
"A nice coffee house?"
"I hope you're not talking Starbucks…"
"Of course not! You insult my intelligence. Of course, feel free to insult me all you like… I was thinking of a nice little independent place called 'The Boxcar.' Very classy and subdued."
"Hmmm…"
"Is that a yes?"
"Conditional. We'll see when we get there. Are we taking your car, or my broom?"
"Hee hee. Good. At least you can still express humor. I'll drive."
Hmmm… Subtle lighting, reading nooks, homemade soup, coffee, interesting reading material…
"This is suitable, I hope?"
"Surprisingly so. I approve. We can talk here."
"I'm truly sorry we had to meet under such circumstances, Miss Raven."
"Just call me Raven. Not Miss Raven. Not Miss Roth. Not Rae. Just Raven."
"Okay-Raven."
"Tell me. Why do you torture me?"
"I don't mean to torture you. I'm not a brave soul."
"What does that have to do with—"
"I had not the courage to approach you."
"But you like me?"
"Yes. Very much so."
"Then why do you want to cause me pain?"
"I didn't realize that I was causing you—discomfort."
"You're just going to order a straight Cappucino?"
"Oh yes. I can't stand all those sweet foo-foo drinks. You mentioned Starbucks. I don't even understand what people see in that place. Their house blend tastes like battery acid. The place is full of yuppies, preppies and lawyers."
"Hmmm…"
"What will you have? Espresso, Jamaican Blue Mountain Coffee…?"
"Straight Cappucino."
"Hmmm…"
"I never dared hope to actually meet you…especially considering the—uh—unusual circumstances."
"You have to stop."
"I suppose a retraction of a certain 'remark' is called for?"
"Uh-huh."
"No romantic tales?"
"Nothing."
"And in return, you will—"
"Perhaps we could meet again to discuss story lines. Ones which would not cause civilian casualties…"
"How will I convince the readers that this is not leading to some sort of romantic involvement? Many of them will dislike that notion almost as much as you."
"I guess I'll just have to kick your ass."
"(Sigh-) I suppose you're right…"
Q: What time is it?
A: Review time!
(Brain: Please refer to all previous threats.)
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