I DON'T OWN THE TEEN TITANS.
I DO OWN THE PLOT OF THIS STORY.
(NOTE: THIS IS DEDICATED TO (for some strange reason) RYAN. WHY…I DON'T KNOW.)
CRIME DOESN'T PAY.
Mr. James looked down on the job application form intently. He was very impressed.
"Well Mr. Wilson."
"Please, call me Slade."
"Um, okay. Well…Slade. I have to say that this is very impressing. Several years in the army. Above average physical and mental status. Military styled organizational skills. You are more then overly qualified for a shopping centre aisle cleaner."
The words burnt through Slade's ears. He couldn't believe he had come this low. Because of the expenses of trying to kill the Titans and running a robot army, Slade was in debt and needed money badly. He needed a part time job so that he could both have money, and still have time to try and kill the Titans.
"There's just one problem." Mr. James said, catching Slade's attention. "Do you see this part that says hobbies and interests?
"Yes, what about it?"
"Well its says: 'I enjoy making robot armies, weaponry, combat, killing the Titans, trying to bring the world to its knees, and making small ships in a bottle'."
"Yes. I was a bit worried you might have something against that."
"It would damage the image of my shopping centre. You do know that what you're doing is wrong."
"Yes I do. But I can't help it. I enjoy making small ships in bottles. I mean I know the 'small-ships-in-a-bottle' factories create an awful amount of pollution, but when I'm bored or angry, I have nothing else to do."
"I was talking about the world domination thing."
"Oh, that. Well are you really going to let a small thing like that stand in the way of hiring someone like me?"
A FEW DAYS LATER…In the half full shopping centre, when shoppers look for the best bargains, a small crash could be heard.
CRASH.
The speakers crackled as the announcer came on.
"Clean up in aisle 6. Slade. Clean up in aisle 6."
Slade dragged the bucket and mop unhappily. A few days ago he was the most feared man ever. And now he was cleaning up the mess of 'butter-fingers' who couldn't hold on to glass jars for their life. As Slade mopped away at the pickle vinegar stain splattered on the floor, he noticed a small boy staying at him while he was eating a chocolate ice cream.
"I swear if that child drips a single bit of the chocolate on the floor, I'll kill him." Slade muttered to himself, thinking about how hard chocolate stains are to get rid of.
As he was thinking dark torturous thoughts, Slade heard a crash from the next aisle.
"Clean up in aisle 7. Slade. Clean up in aisle 7."
Slade dragged himself to the next aisle, still staring at the little boy eating the ice cream, hoping he wouldn't drop it.
CRASH.
"Clean up in aisle 8. Slade. Clean up in aisle 8."
"You've got to be kidding me." Slade thought.
And as soon as he as he got to aisle eight, several more crashes could be heard.
CRASH. CRASH. CRASH. CRASH.
"Clean up in aisle 9,10, 11, and 12. Slade. Clean up in aisle 9,10,11, and 12."
Slade had enough of this. He decided to go straight to aisle thirteen and stop this clumsy shopper there. As he walked on, he could still see the little boy licking away at his ice cream. Slade was beginning to get irritated. When Slade finally got to the aisle, he was greeted with some familiar faces.
"Yo, grass stain. Do we need any of this stuff?" Cyborg said while holding a box of chocolate laxative to Beast Boy, who was sitting in the trolley.
"The real question is, don't we need that stuff?" Beast Boy said as he grasped the box out of Cyborg's hand.
"Alright lets go." Cyborg said, quickly pushing the trolley and accidentally knocking down some jars from the shelves.
"Keep going man before someone see us." Beast Boy, cheering Cyborg on as they made their escape to the next aisle, not noticing Slade.
Slade only let out a sigh. Even when he was trying to make an innocent living, the Titans seemed to disturb him. And to Slade's anger, as he mopped away at the mess that he witnessed, he heard more crashes and the voice of Beast Boy saying, "Crap. Keep moving. No one will notice if that's missing", "That'll wash right out", and "So. How long would you think it would take them to find another one of those things?".
Slade was at boiling point. But it wasn't the Titans who pushed him over the edge. It was the little boy who was following him. As Slade turned around to go to the next aisle, he saw one tiny drop of the chocolate ice cream hit the ground. You can only guess what happened next.
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