Chapter 2: The Ox, the Axe, and the Triangle
Said bird of the nest also had feelings, but for someone else. But, what he didn't know was that there was also a raven in his nest, competing for the worm. Who is this someone you cogitate? Well it's the one and only Slade, does that solve your constipation crisis? In his diary and fanboy fantasies, he refers to Slade as the Blade of his Heart.
The chanting parade roared outside. Cyborg was playing his baritone, and between blows, he was singing about choblins? Hemoglobins? Bobins-Poppins? MARY POPPINS! Batman used to date her. It was then that Beast Boy yowled:
"WHO WANTS TO SEE MY PERIWINKLE POCKET KNIFE COLLECTION THAT THE BRAIN GAVE TO ME?! O'Raven, my haven, won't you please, I inquire, see my collection?"
"No," was the curt reply the handsome reptile had received. (He was a crocodile at the moment).
"Rae-Bae, why so lackadaisical? You mustn't be so humdrum!" Beast Boy exuberantly shouted. It was then that both teenager of power noticed that they were holding hands while crossing a bridge with an old man playing a harmonica. It was quite the tranquil setting. They passed an axe.
"Your hand is sweaty...and compressible," Raven said with a tint of red sprinkling her cheeks, or perhaps it was the red triangle tattoo Cyborg gave her earlier that day.
Beast Boy was so embarrassed that her turned into a bulky ox. OR...did the ox turn into Beast Boy earlier?
The bird, the raven , the one who is currently the ox all thought in sync or unison: (YOU get to DECIDE which word!)
I must see Gizmo and Mammoth, my love life is worse than the person's beside me!
HELLO THERE, devoted foloweees and friends of all shapes and sizes. Miss us yet? YOU are beautiful! That's what inspired us to keep going. It was difficult times. We are majoring now in urban archaeology. Next chapter will be much longer, I promise. DON'T WORRY!