Credit for the plot idea goes to YRProcks66

Starfire picked up her pink blouse and folded it casually, smiling as she noticed the large amount of wrinkles littered across its surface.

Oh, goody! she thought to herself as she finished, laying it down on her bed. Another excuse to use the iron!

It had been five hours since the Titans had checked into their hotel. They had no trouble, due to the fact that the hotel staff was given a clear description of what each of them looked like, in case something unfortunate (like being stranded on a "deserted" island with no provisions) happened. Some slight suspicion arose from the staff when the Titans revealed they had lost their IDs, but they were allowed to check in when one of the workers discovered that a boy in their group was wearing GREEN, SKIN-LOVING TIGHTS.

The Titans were each given their own separate suites on the tenth floor, the highest in the building. To make the readers even more jealous, the suites all overlooked the ocean, except for Robin's, which overlooked a parking lot.

The Titans sang a song of woe for their leader, but, as if nothing happened, they locked themselves in their suites and listened to LPs, smoking weed and thinking about the good times. And the bad times… you know they've had their share.

(A/N: Who knows what song that's a reference to? Anyone? Triforce90 Cookie, here.)

Starfire had been currently head-banging to IV (ZoSo, Four Symbols, whatever you want to call it) when she realized that, to her surprise, it was eleven o'clock in the evening. She turned her record player off and went to unpack her suitcase.

As of now, the readers may be wondering how in the hell Starfire had her suitcase, let alone a record player with Led Zeppelin's "best" album equipped. To ease the confusion, I shall explain.

The suitcases had been inside the airplane when it crashed, true, but they somehow managed to wheel themselves out and float around in the ocean. They continued to do this for a couple of hours, until a waterspout the size of Ohio irrupted and caused the suitcases to go flying through the air. They headed towards the hotel at a blinding speed, crashing through the tenth floor windows. Amazingly, they all landed in their owner's rooms, for when they opened the door, there they were!

The Titans, apparently used to such events, performed the actions mentioned above.

Now that that question has been cleared up, we find ourselves back in Starfire's room, who was now pulling out a pair of faded bell-bottom jeans from her suitcase. Folding them, she placed them on her bed and, being done unpacking, closed her suitcase and placed it on the floor.

Now that Starfire had finished unpacking, it was time to iron the wrinkles out of her blouse. Opening the room's closet door, she noticed an ironing board and pulled it down. On a shelf inside the closet was an iron, which she grabbed for herself and turned it on.

Placing the blouse and iron on the ironing board, Starfire placed the rest of her belongings into various drawers and, deciding to call it a day, stripped herself of her clothes and placed on her pink footsy pajamas. Knowing that the iron was well heated by now, she made her way to the ironing board and began to iron her blouse.

A light tap tap tap came from the door, causing Starfire to look up.

"Come in," she said, looking back down at the ironing board and continuing her job. "The door is open."

The sound of a door opening echoed throughout the room as Robin stepped inside.

"Hey, Star," said Robin, grinning widely as he noticed his companion in footsy pajamas. "What's going on?"

"I am ironing my blouse," said Starfire, making no eye contact with her friend.

"Cool," said Robin, sitting down on her bed. "I was wondering, Starfire, if you wanted to do anything tonight."

"No thank you," said Starfire, turning the iron off as she began to put everything up. "I am going to call it a day."

"Well," said Robin. "We could… sleep, eh?" Robin grinned and winked.

"Your pickup lines suck the balls," said Starfire, climbing into her bed and kicking Robin off. "Go away."

"But Starfire!" said Robin, lying on the floor with a desperate look on his face.

"Leave."

As Starfire laid her head on her pillow, Robin sighed and got up off the floor. As he turned around to make his way for the door, he turned his head around and looked at Starfire. Her eyes were shut, and no signs of guilt could be seen on her face.

As he made a step forward, he heard her shift around.

"Wait," came her voice. Robin stopped in his tracks and turned around.

"Maybe I was unfair," said Starfire, getting up so she was now sitting. "I do not have to go to bed now… Would you like to do something?"

"You really want to?" asked Robin, grinning.

"Yes. What would you like to do?"

"We could play a game, I guess."

"Marvelous! What would you like to play?"

Robin smirked. "How about Strip Poker?"

Cyborg made his way down the hall, an empty bucket in his hand. He was still a little stoned from the previous events, but other than that, all circuits were normal. He just needed some ice.

As he approached the end of the hall, where the vending machines and ice machines were, he noticed that one of the doors burst open, and out flew Robin!

"Robin?" asked Cyborg, stopping his walk as the door slammed shut. "What are you doing?"

Robin, who had his hand on the back of his head, looked up from the floor and saw his friend. Immediately, he got on his knees and grabbed Cyborg's right hand.

"Cyborg!" said Robin, clearly upset. "You're gotta help me!"

"What?" asked Cyborg, a confused look on his face. "What's wrong?"

"It's Starfire!"

"What about her?"

"I keep coming onto her, but she just ignores me!"

A moment of silence followed this statement. As Cyborg processed this quote into his memory circuit, Robin kept his position on the ground, not moving an inch.

The memory circuit interpreted the message, and Cyborg let out a loud laugh.

"What's so funny?" asked Robin, getting up from his knees and glaring at Cyborg.

"You want me to help you?" asked Cyborg, pointing at Robin. "Oh man… that's great!"

"What do you mean?"

"Well… come on, Robin," said Cyborg, a faint grin still on his face. "You're not exactly the lady's man. And you just expect me to help you automatically?"

"Yes."

Another moment of silence followed.

"You mean…" began Cyborg, his smile disappearing. "You're really serious about this?"

"Yes," said Robin, wringing his hands. "I'm in a tight spot…"

Cyborg clapped his hand on Robin's shoulder, causing the Boy Wonder to buckle his knees. "No problem, little man!" said Cyborg. "I'll make you a chick magnet in a week!"

"Really?" asked Robin, smiling. "You'll do it?"

"Of course! We'll start tomorrow!"

"Oh, great!" said Robin, shaking the robot's hand. "I don't know how to thank you!"

"You could quit holding my hand…" muttered Cyborg, turning his eyes to the right as if checking to see if someone was watching.

"Oh… Yes…" Robin let go of his hand. "Well… thanks, buddy!"

"Don't mention it, pal."

Robin turned and walked away, stopped, and entered his room.

As soon as he did this, Cyborg continued to make his way down the hall. "Loser…"

The town the Titans were staying at was the lovely little town of Ooga-Booga-Shorts, an Americanized section of the island. It was right on the beach and featured a number of tiny little shops, each selling their own unique items. However, focusing on the downtown sector of Ooga-Booga-Shorts is pointless, for our friends weren't there.

On the beach, Raven, Beast Boy, and Starfire were now walking across the hot sand, trying desperately to find a nice spot to relax. Of course, with Ooga-Booga-Shorts' large tourism, it was hard to do so; much of the beach was occupied by pale, fat men and women that thought they weren't too fat, but really were. Their self-confidence was displayed quite openly, mainly because the men had on speedos and the women bikinis.

"This place is disgusting…" said Raven, seeing an extremely fat woman with a bikini. "You shouldn't wear bathing suits if you don't have the figure."

"Tell me about it," said Beast Boy, eyeing a man in a banana-hammock. "It wouldn't hurt them to have a bit of a tan, either."

Starfire remained silent, for there was something going on that no one else realized… For the first time in her life, Starfire was wearing a thong bikini. A frown was on her face, and even though she hid it well by taking normal strides, she was in extreme agitation.

As she looked out of her mirrored sunglasses that would've made any rock star wannabe jealous, she couldn't help but notice how everyone seemed to have something they brought with them. Many people had books, like Raven, which made Starfire feel that she and Beast Boy were out of the ordinary.

Of course, it wasn't unusual for someone to bring a surfboard… Beast Boy had managed to rent one for the day, but seemed to be the only person there that had one. Starfire, on the other hand, had brought a tri-fold mirror to work on her tan.

"Shall we sit here?" asked Starfire as she spoke for the first time, gesturing at a portion of the beach shaded by a large palm tree.

"Sure," said Raven, sitting down on the sand and leaning against the tree's trunk. "It's a nice place to read."

"Well, you pussies can just sit here and rot," said Beast Boy, beginning to make his way towards the shoreline. "If you ever feel like joining me, feel free to."

"I would rather die," said Raven as she opened her book.

Starfire noticed a cot nearby and, being one to take what isn't hers, pulled it over closer to the tree so she could talk to Raven without having to raise her voice, but be able to soak up the ultraviolet rays coming from above.

"So what else do you want to do today?" asked Raven before Starfire could even lie down.

"I do not care," said Starfire, stretching her long legs as the sun shined forth. "I am here to enjoy myself and be lazy, not to run around."

"Agreed," said Raven, turning a page in her book. "Of course, some people are just meant to run around."

As if on cue, the girls could hear the changeling calling to them from the ocean.

"What's he saying?" asked Raven, looking up from her book and towards the sea. Sure enough, there was Beast Boy, waving his arm around.

"He wants to know if we would like to go surfing with him," said Starfire, now adjusting her tri-fold mirror.

Raven merely raised her right hand and gave the finger. Beast Boy could be seen with a shocked expression on his face and his free hand on his chest. He took a step backwards in shock, but, unfortunately, fell backwards into the water.

"Ow," said Raven, continuing to read. Starfire merely gave a chuckle.

Several minutes went by, and the girls enjoyed the quiet of the beach. Raven was very well near the end of her book, and Starfire's skin was slowly baking into a more golden brown.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Beast Boy came up to them, his hair lying flat on his head and his body soaking wet.

Raven looked up and noticed him. "Hello," she said, looking at the changeling straight in the eye. "Have a nice time?"

Beast Boy merely stood there, and while Starfire could only see out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Beast Boy's cheeks were slightly puffed up, like something was in his mouth.

"Something you need?" asked Raven, not able to understand the changeling's sudden silence.

Before the empath could even react, Beast Boy opened his mouth to unleash a blast of water, which hit Raven's face with a force of a thousand nuclear warheads.

Starfire, who had seen this coming, slowly removed her face from behind her mirror and merely stared at her friend, who was shocked beyond belief.

Beast Boy giggled immaturely and darted back towards the ocean. The two girls sat in silence, water dripping off Raven's face and Starfire staring her down. After a short while, Starfire continued to tan herself. "I do not see how you could not see that coming," she said.

Raven let out a groan of frustration and stood up, now giving chase to the changeling.

Starfire let out a sign and continued her tan.

In the center of Ooga-Booga-Shorts, a lone bush uprooted itself from the ground and stealthily walked down the sidewalks, stopping every now and then as if hoping not to be noticed. After several seconds of this pause, the bush would stand back up and walk a few more feet, then stop once again. Despite the fact that it was trying its hardest to not be noticed, many of the town's inhabitants would stop what they were doing to watch this interesting piece of foliage.

After stopping and walking several times, the bush reached the coastline and stopped once more. A long periscope slowly made its way out of the top and turned to the left and right, taking in every object. It stopped turning at a 65° angle and immediately descended. The bush then began slowly making its way over to what it spotted: a young girl getting a tan.

In the next five minutes, the bush was well within one foot of the girl, but she was apparently oblivious to the bush that had randomly appeared next to her. It was even more amazing when she made no signs that she had seen the periscope rise from the bush as well.

In one of those neato effects, the camera (or monitor) zooms into the periscope, where we can see Cyborg and Robin, peering anxiously to see what was outside of their shelter.

"OK man," said Cyborg, turning the periscope. "There she is, right in front of us."

"Right," said Robin, a determined look on his face.

"Remember everything I taught you."

"Right."

"Try not to screw up."

"Right."

"And please, for the love of humanity, don't wet yourself like you did in the bar."

Robin inhaled deeply. "Right," he said, a little less determined.

"And don't say she has a wide load. We don't want that to happen again."

"Right…"

"And try not to suck on her hair. I mean, good…"

"YES!" shouted Robin, an angry look growing on his face. "I GET IT!"

Cyborg patted his pupil on the head. "Try not to get too worked up. Chicks don't like the tough guys, remember?"

"Oh," said Robin, apparently losing all of his anger. "That's right… They like the wimps, don't they?"

"Yep. Why else would a woman go out with Orlando Bloom?"

Robin stood there, a hand on his chin as if in thought. "I don't know…" he muttered.

"Exactly! It's not like he's just rolling in dough now, right?"

"No."

Cyborg lightly punched the Boy Wonder on his left shoulder. "Go get 'er, man!"

Robin got off the ground, grabbing his left shoulder as if in pain. He immediately let go, however, and regained his determined face. …It's amazing how they're doing all of this inside a plant.

As Robin began to make his way out of their shelter, he noticed something going on with his beloved… She was flipping over to tan her backside, and she was wearing a thong.

Robin immediately felt the effects of this, for his face and skin turned blue and his eyes grew wide, his nose beginning to leak a small amount of blood. Cyborg, sensing something was wrong, looked outside and saw Starfire, her round bum sticking straight up in the air.

"Hmmm…" hummed Cyborg to himself, noticing his student's sudden horniness. Giving the Boy Wonder a firm smack on the face, Cyborg felt himself slip into defense mode as Robin turned back into his normal self.

"Have I not embarrassed you enough?" asked Cyborg, noticed Robin's confused look. "Must I also remind you of the time you started to hump that girl's leg?"

"I…" began Robin, his voice cracking (HAHAHAHAHA!). Suddenly, large tears began to fall out of his eyes, and the savior of good and truth sat there, crying his eyes out. "I CAN'T DO IT!" he shouted, his voice now sounding like a five-year old child's.

Cyborg gave him another firm smack on the face, causing the whining to stop. "You can and you will!" he said, forcing Robin out of the bush.

Despite Robin's desperate attempts to fight back, he was shoved out of the foliage either way, due to the fact that Cyborg is all muscle and Robin… doesn't appear to have any… Huh…

As he noticed his love lying there 3/4s naked, he suddenly began to feel the urge to run away. His knees began to wobble, the kneecaps hitting each other, and small beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. Apparently, Starfire was able to sense his presence, for she turned in his direction. Seeing who it was, she lifted up her mirrored sunglasses and stared at the boy.

"Hello," she said, trying her hardest not to stare at the knees of the shaking boy.

"H-h-hi…" said Robin, unable to think of what to say. "How are y-you?"

"Wonderful."

"C-cool…"

The two remained there in silence, Robin's knee problem only getting worse.

"Are your legs OK?" asked Starfire, giving in to her urge to stare at her friend's knees.

"Uh…" said Robin, shifting his eyes away. "Well… uh…"

The boy suddenly felt something, or someone, tapping him in the back. He turned around to see Cyborg with a stick, who mouthed something, and hid himself once again.

"Where did that bush come from?" asked Starfire, noticing the foliage for the first time.

Robin suddenly stopped shaking and, his terrified face being replaced with a smug one, forced Starfire to sit up so he could sit next to her.

"Let's not talk about that," he said, trying to sound macho. He wrapped his arm around the girl's neck, her red hair over his arm. "Let's talk about you."

"What?" asked the alien, a confused look on her face. "Why?"

"Because, Precious, you are bitchin'!"

"I am?" Starfire raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that a bad thing?"

"No way! It's pimptastic!"

Robin looked into the bush, where he could see Cyborg's red eye moving up and down. Obviously, he was nodding.

"I thank you for the compliment… I guess…" said Starfire, a little weirded out from what was going on. In a desperate attempt to get away, she noticed Beast Boy face being forced and held under the water by Raven. "I am going to go swimming," she said, getting up. "I shall see you later."

"Hurry back," said Robin.

As Starfire stood up, she felt something firm and hard hit her butt. Turning around, she noticed Robin grinning like an idiot, his right hand wiggling its fingers as if saying hello.

Robin was smacked across the face. Starfire ran way.

The bush began to rustle around, signifying movement from inside. Cyborg climbed out of the foliage and helped his friend up.

"What did I do wrong, Cy?" asked Robin, putting a hand over his red face.

"I don't know," said Cyborg. "You did everything I told you to…"

"Maybe I'm just not good enough…" said Robin, hunching over and looking quite pathetic.

"Nah, don't say that!" said Cyborg, pulling out a manual labeled Pimpin' Guide to Success. "Let's review what you did, shall we?" He flipped a couple of pages in the manual, the stopped. "Uh… did you come on to her way too soon?"

"Yes," said Robin, nodding.

"Did you compliment her?"

"Yes."

"Did you use gestures inappropriate in a public area?"

"Yes."

Cyborg put a hand to his chin and thought. Robin stared up at the sky absent-mindedly, watching a bird.

Where could he be going wrong? asked Cyborg to himself. His eyes began to travel down his friend's body as if running an inspection. Everything looked good, but something caught Cyborg's eyes near the bottom. There's something about this area… I can feel it. Cyborg stared hard at the area below his waist to above his ankles… his waist to his ankles…

….

…Waist to ankles…

…

…!

"GAAH!" shouted Cyborg, smacking his forehead. Robin, who was picking his nose as the time, stopped and looked at his friend.

"What?" he asked.

"Dude!" said Cyborg, throwing his arms up. "Why didn't I see it before?"

"See what?"

Cyborg pointed at Robin's knees. "It's the TIGHTS!"

Robin raised an eyebrow. "Wha…?"

"The TIGHTS, man! Something about your GREEN TIGHTS is turning Star off!"

Robin looked at the audience in typical… uh… mode, but noticed that he was suddenly bare from the waist down.

"WHOLEY CRAP!" shouted Robin, suddenly realizing he was now only in his whitey-tighties. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, MAN?"

"Taking you to get some new pants!" said Cyborg, grinning. Pointing up into the sky, he shouted "ONWARD!"

Three hours later, the beach was much busier than it had been before. As if on a freak coincidence, the day our friends were at the shore was also the day of the arrival of horny high school children, ready to celebrate the first day of Spring Break. Ooga-Booga-Shorts was a very popular Spring Break location, mainly because of its warm climate and relative party-all-night-longness. As of now, many badass children were dirty dancing, playing topless volleyball, or just getting drunk. The less-badass children were talking about the ways they would get rid of their acne, the anticipated Harry Potter book, et cetera.

The Titans, whom we love and adore so much, had decided to stay with this group of strangers and enjoy the festivities. Or… three of the Titans, that is; the whereabouts of Robin and Cyborg were unknown.

But alas, I digress. Our main focus of attention was that of Raven, who was still in her bikini but looking quite unusual. It was not that her physical appearance had changed, but her attitude all around. She was currently lying on the cold sand and staring blankly at the moon. The epitome of a gangsta boy was lying next to her, looking up at the moon as well.

"I've always wondered about the moon…" said Raven, her voice sounding a lot more melodic than usual.

"Yeah…" said the gangsta. "Y-…y-y-yeah! That thing is so trippin'."

"I've seen fireflies on less acid than that…thing… BITCH!"

"HAHAHA!" laughed the gangsta. "It doesn't take acid! It snorts COKE!"

"Oh ho ho ho ho!" said Raven, turning her head to face the boy next to her. "Yeeeah man, fo' shizzle!"

"Duuude… You are so not cool, bitch."

"Bah… fock you."

"Haha… Fock."

"Fock on the rock with your socks on!"

"You fock while on the top!"

"No, you be on the top! I only fock when I'm on the bottom, focker."

Yes… Let us leave Raven and her new friend for now, shall we?

A good twenty yards to the north, Starfire could be seen standing behind a boutique and talking to several girls with obviously fake breasts.

"I mean…" said Starfire, blowing a puff of air so some of her hair would fly up. "Does not that just make you extremely unhappy?"

"I guess…" said one girl, crossing her arms. "I never really thought about it before."

"Please do!" Starfire continued. "It will make you an extremely happy person, and I know very well that your boyfriend will enjoy it!"

"Angie doesn't have a boyfriend," said another girl. Several other girls nodded, muttering things like "yep" or humming "mhmm".

"OK then," said Starfire. "But I know for a fact that it'd get you a boyfriend if you showed him these things! And when you bag one, it would give the two of you so much pleasure!"

"Well…" Angie shrugged. "Alright. How much are they?"

"Five dollars."

Angie reached into her bikini bottom and pulled out a five dollar bill, completely wet and dripping salty water.

"Um…" said Starfire, noticing the money. Pushing a box forward, she said "Just take them" and nodded. Angie smiled in thanks, and the girls moved away.

Starfire stood proudly, knowing that she had just given a girl a chance at happiness. Of course, the happiness would only last for a small amount of time, but it was always worth it.

"What are you doing, Star?" asked a voice from behind. She turned around to see Beast Boy, a red mark on his right cheek.

"I am selling Girl Scout Cookies!" said Starfire, motioning to the small booth she had set up in front of her. "I have made a large amount of money… but what about you? How did you get that red mark on your face?"

Beast Boy grinned. "I got slapped!"

Starfire gasped. "Are you serious?"

"Yep!"

"OH! BEAST BOY!" Starfire and the changeling embraced. "YOU'RE BECOMING A MAN!"

Beast Boy grinned wider. It soon disappeared, however, for he noticed somebody behind him.

"There she is," he said. "I'm going to go see if she can slap me again!" And with an immature laugh, he ran off.

"Hello… Starfire…"

Starfire turned around to see Robin standing there, a solemn look on his face.

"Hello Robin," she replied, blankly.

"Uh…" Robin put an arm around his head. "How are you?"

"Fine."

"Cool."

"Very."

A moment of silence went by; Robin stood there nervously behind Starfire's boutique, while Starfire smiled faintly as she looked around, waiting for more customers. Robin then turned around and broke the silence. "Well… see you."

Robin slowly walked away, Starfire's eyes following. It was then, however, that she noticed something out of the ordinary.

"Robin?" Starfire spoke.

Robin's head perked up and he turned around. "Yeah?"

Starfire pointed to her leader's knees. "What are those you're wearing?" she asked.

Robin looked down. "Oh… these? They're my new pan…"

"Are those… leather?" interrupted Starfire, a smile appearing on her face.

"Um… Yes. Yes they are."

Starfire leaned in, her nose now just a few inches from Robin's. "I love leather…" she whispered, a seductive grin on her face.

Robin's eyes widened in amazement, and the Tamaranian princess grabbed his hand. The two ran on the cold sand and towards the ocean, Robin bearing a retarded grin and Starfire glad she bagged a man. The title song for Chariots of Fire began to play in the background, and many of the Spring Breakers stopped what they were doing, smiling as they saw the couple.

(A/N: A Triforce90 Cookie for all of those readers that can play that song on the piano.)

Beast Boy and the girl that had assaulted him stood and watched, they're heads turning and smiles appearing on their faces in slow motion.

Angie and her group of friends all looked up from the box of cookies, they're mouths stuffed full. But they somehow managed to form partial smiles and wave… all in slow motion.

As the song reached its dramatic peak, Robin could see Cyborg standing in the distance, his arms crossed and head nodding in approval. Robin grinned and shook his fist in victory as he and his new lover kept running.

A scratch stopped the song short, as if it had been playing on a faulty record. Everyone that was watching the new couple stopped and turned to Raven and her new ghetto friend. Starfire and Robin stopped running and turned as well.

"Heh…" said the gangsta. "That kid's got some focking leather pants!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" laughed Raven.

In a dark yet somewhat familiar room, two spotlights came on to reveal a red curtain on a wooden stage. The curtain began to shuffle, and the figures of Robin and Starfire were revealed. Well what do you know… it's them!

"Hey all everybody!" said Starfire, grinning and waving. "Thanks for reading the chapter! You know it rawked!"

"It certainly did!" said Robin, hands in the pockets of his new leather pants. "But we've got some stuff to tell you and such."

"First off," said Starfire, holding up a finger. "Don't go buying leather pants, thinking that a girl is going to automatically go out with you. It won't work. Seriously."

"And don't just come on to a girl, either," said Robin, referring brilliantly to the first beach scene. "But I'm sure you'd know not to do that. This fic was written by a guy that can't even get a girl to go out with him, nonetheless be his girlfriend."

A boy in a top hat and shaggy brown hair poked his head out of the curtain. "Shut up!" said he. "At least I have real friends!"

"I have real friends!" boasted Robin, looking proud. "Don't I, Star?"

"No, Robin. You do not."

"Oh…"

Starfire continued to smile. "Until next time, ladies and gents! And please remember to leave shiny Reviews!"

Raven stuck her head out from behind the curtain. "And don't do drugs. Seriously. They mess you up."

"Right!" said Starfire, nodding. "Now… if somebody would be so kind as to help Robin get out of his leather pants, we're all set to start filming the next chapter!"

The camera panned to Robin, who could be seen trying to get out of his pants. "The sweat that has accumulated on my leg is making them impossible to get off!" shouted he as he fell to the ground, clutching his right pant leg.

"OK," said Raven, looking at the audience. "Get out of here. Now."

The spotlights turned off, and the sounds of a Tamaranian princess accidentally stepping on top of a Boy Wonder (and that Boy Wonder crying out in pain) could be heard throughout the room.

Check it out, peeps. I stole a symbol from Microsoft Word to post at the bottom of all my works to prove they're mine! Expect to see it from here on out, if I remember…

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