Robin commenced his plan to clean his room of the items which could potentially destroy him, but yet he held so dear. He first took each item and stared at it and held it lovingly, he didn't wish to dispose of any of the things he had acquired, but he knew he must and so he did. One by one he would examine them and then place them in a large container. Each one was different, and each took different amounts of work to acquire, and some simply were more important and would cause him to look over them for different amounts of time ranging from a few seconds to three of four minutes. Still he loved them all and felt as though a thousand hot iron rods were shoved through anus each time he put one in the bag that he knew was going to be their final resting place. Some would break, some would scratch, and some would be deemed worthless from this. Some of the things he had to get rid of were of great value not just to him but to others who enjoyed this hobby like him, but this was still not enough to warrant him to risk being caught by this friends. It was a very slow process. The sun was already peeping over the horizon like a submarine with a parascope; it had not already risen but was on its way. You could see the light already coming up from the horizon painting a beautiful picture only able to be seen by the early birds of earth. The others would be awake soon and it was time to sleep. He notices that his bag was no more than half full and still hundreds of objects laid on the floor for him to clean. This job was going to take along time.

Some one brushed up agenst his door causing a slight nock. It made him jump. He jumped higher than anything he had ever seen. It was aparnt how much this activity rased his adrenalin levels, and he liked it. It alerted him, but for only god knows hours or maybe minutes he laid down for sleep. Nothing came. He tried everything he had ever been taught or heard of. He tried counting sheep, meditating, taking sleeping pills and even watching a really boring movie. Still he felt nothing. After that miserably failed attempts he thought of how dumb that idea was. The self insult had tired him! But just as he was going to sleep, some bastard awoke him with their normal morning antic. Will Robin ever sleep?

Someone knocked. His eyes were blurry from the late night and he could not see through the peep hole. He could not tell who the person was; it was almost as if he was blind. But he wasn't, and he could tell what the person was doing at least, like a silhouette. It was signaling for him to come down but he wanted to sleep. This person was unrelenting. So e got out of bed and went down to the kitchen. When he got there he rubbed his eyes. Everything was clear again. But this didn't matter; everyone was doing what they normally did, infact he could of know just as well if he staid in his room. He tiredly grabbed some of the food from the table. He didn't care what the food was, as long as he could eat it and it wouldn't kill him he was happy, he was starving. With that he signaled to the titans that he was going back to bed and left.

After he left a question was asked by just another face in the crowd. The nameless voice said to Cyborg and Willy "so what did you to do last night" the voice was either a girl or incredibly gay.

Willy responded with "it doesn't matter, it's the Nineties no one should care man".

This was quickly corrected "You fag, it is not the Nineties, it's the double o's, the ought's, what ever you want to call it and people do care, but then again I don't." the speaker was Libby.

Then Beastboy gave a strange expression and quickly changed into a dog. The hound ran at Libby and put his snout into her crouch. "A Ha!" he screamed "I knew it, that smell, your pregnant!" Then the words hit him. "Shit!" he yelled.

"Now, Now, it doesn't mean it yours" the girl with a dog sticking his nose in her crotch responded "I have sleep with many men lately, how long along is it?"

"About," Beastboy dog form sniffed her "recent, somewhere between last night and two weeks. Think, how many men have you done?"

"Honey, I don't even know, I can even count that high"

Unannounced to her, her body was going through some changes do to the pregnancy. But these were not normal but altered due too two things. One being the number of different speeches of living creatures in her (yes even plants), and the other being that she has had mutant semen that changed her eggs and her entire reproductive organs into a strange alien breading ground.

"Now is there any chance that I could not be pregnant? Because if there is I want to know, maybe your nose could be fucked up?"

"Well I guess there is always the possibility. Hay, never insult the nose of an alien mutating green dog!"

And that was it. The entire discussion of if Libby being pregnant was done. But another discussion came up in its place, this one was more based on what happed not what will. Unfortunately it also involved android-human sexual contact of the worst kind, the very, very gay kind.

"Hay I have a question Cyborg, what did you do with Willy last night?" This question was presented by Starfire, who has recently been learning more about human sexual relations from a pamphlet that came in the mail.

"Nothing, why would you think we did something?" Cyborg responded.

"Well Willy did go up to your room last night and left with you for breakfast!"

"So" Cyborg sounded discouraged.

"Well, what did you do? And tell the damn truth"

"O.K., O.K., we watched a porno and then we started to…" at this point the discussion got to dirty for this writer to handle so I will tell you a different story:

Once upon a time a little pony went down to the river. This wasn't just any pony though, this was the most beautiful pony of all, all the guys wanted to bang her!

"And then when I was on the roof he…" Damn it how did I let that slip! Well I assure you I wont let that get back in! Now back to the story:

So one day the little pony got tired of all the guys hitting on her and called the cops claming they were all pedophiles, but the police did not care because she was just so darn cute! Now she got gang banged by…" oh look is seems that damn discussion is over now lets get back to the regularly planed story.

"Holy crap," Starfire said, "how the hell did you manage that?"

"Yah, not in any of my beast modes could I ever even dream of something that kinky!" said Beastboy

"Well all you need to do it is creative, I guess" Cyborg said embarrassed.

"Wow, so how did the masking tape work again?" Beastboy questioned.

"I'll explain it later"

"And what about the four pounds of unpopped popcorn and the role of gift rapping paper and the 12 pos-it notes?"

"That you will need to figure out on your own!" said Cyborg with glee. And with that they all went off to do what ever they wanted, some read (actually that was only Raven), others worked out (Robin and Cyborg), and some watched porn (all the others). By about six o'clock the titans grew tired of their activities and went to their room (yes even the porn, I am surprised too).

Soon after that Robin grew board and though he could get lucky with Starfire. Just the sheer though of that gave him the courage to walk up to her room, a task rarely done by him, and the even more incredible act of him knocking on the door.

A muffed voice of the woman he secretly loved came through the door. "Come in!". This was truly words of greatness for Robin. So he came in to see something very strange.

"What the hell are you doing Starfire? Is it what I think?"

"I don't know what you think, but I'm eating my underwear."

This was true enough; she had a small pair of white panties with blue flowers and a blue trim around the edges. Oh how Robin would like to see her in them, but more taking them off. He almost popped a boner just from the thought.

Starfire continued talking, "I don't get it, they taste so much different form the last pair that I ate. Robin do you have any clue, they were the ones you returned to me."

"Why did you eat them?" he inquired.

"Well, they smelled so good when you gave them back to me I just had to give them a lick, after all that is how people at my plain tell if they need to be washed or not. But they tasted so good! Just like white mustard! Can you put some of that white mustard on them?"

"Uh…" this made him think, he was nervous, he didn't want to tell her what he really did, she would probably charge him with rape, "well I could but I don't want to reveal my secret sauce to you, yet, so give me some more of you panties and ill soak them."

"Yay!" she said. So Starfire handed him a box of assorted underwear. Some was dirty, some clean, some wet, some dry, but one thing applied to all of them, all were small. This would defiantly make him happy. Mission accomplished.

An hour or so later robin came back to Starfire's room. Starfire's eyes lit up saying how much she was pleased. The box he held that Starfire gave him had the underwear, but they were floating in a milky white fluid. Starfire quickly grabbed one and ate it.

"Will you teach me how to make this sauce?"

Robin was nervous (and a little tired) so he said "Yah but not now, I need some rest."

And with that Robin went to sleep and Starfire ate her own underwear. Both were very happy.