A/N: Hi sorry it took me so long to update, just been starting new stories. Okay I advice discretion, this story contains use of drugs, in a humorous way of cause, it also contains coarse language.
Disclaimer: I of course don't own any drugs of my own, or anything else you find familiar in my fanfic.
This chappie is for: Slythergrl2004 and Sandra Yvette, you guys rock!.
ON WITH THE STORY!
Hotspot had suspected that he had been walking for quite a while now; he was still thinking about how long he'd been walking when he walked into a picket sign that had been logged into the rooty ground, the sign kinda smacked him into the crotch.
"Ughghghghgh" he fell to the ground trying to get himself together, so right now he was check listing everything too see if it was in the right place, "Right, one, two, and three, okay found em," He sat up and pondered about the sign "What kind of dumbass put a fucki'n picket sign in the middle of know where, let along making it groin height!" He thought aloud pretty pissed off, still rubbing his sore, supposedly swollen area.
He read the sign as best he could, it said…
'Keep out me duckies or I'll have ta resort to ruff houseing ya.'
"Okay?" he thought to himself "Obviously a wacked out, crazy psycho ass puts a sign in the middle of know where, this is getting weird I think I'll tell the other dudes" he got and ran 'wee, wee, wee all the way home'.
"You guys" Hotspot yelled as he burst through the door, which was hanging on by a thread, literally. The rest of the males just looked vaguely up from their comic relief books their eyes widened when they caught sight at Hotspot. Hotspot was covered head-to-toe in twigs, what everyone hoped was water, mud, they hoped about that too, and his gay Hawaiian shirt and gray pants were ripped in various places.
"What the hell happened too you man?" Cy asked looking the fire wielder up and down "I mean it looks like you got caught in head lights and got hit by train."
B finally got what Cyborg meant by 'getting caught in headlights' "Dude, not cool" BB yelled at him.
"Guys this is serious" Hotspot panicked "I went for a walk, just walking and a detoured a bit and a picket sign hit me in the nuts, after I regained myself I read the sign and it was wrote in a British accent" Hotspot spoke all this really fast "And then I came back to tell you guys"
All was silent until they all cracked up laughing, "Guys this is serious" Hotspot whined.
"You were scared of a picket sign?" BB asked between laughs.
"Well if you people want proof I'll give it too ya" at this time he was grinning.
"Fine we'll go with you just as long as you don't pee your pants when the big scary, British picket sign says Boo" Speedy said coyly.
Everyone but Hotspot cracked up laughing even harder.
"Well are you com'n" asked Hotspot.
"Yeah, we'll come" said Robin "Come on guys we've got some evil britanized picket sign to take care of" All the guys cracked up laughing again, as they wiped away a few tears.
"They all walked out chuckling, Hotspot stomping, out into the deep, dark foliage.
DUN, DUN, DUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNN…