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Chapter 2

The next morning Raven, Beast Boy, and Cyborg were feeling worse and all had the flu.

"I think we've got the flu," Cyborg announced.

"Well I just want soup," BB said grumpily. "I'm dying here.''

Meanwhile Robin awoke and felt great.

"I feel great!" Robin announced as he walked into the room.

"What happened to you guys?" he then asked.

"The flu," they answered.

"Please friends?" Starfire asked. "Is this flu a kind of taco?"

They all looked at her as lf they were about to barf.

"Uhhhhh, why don't I just make soup," Robin said

"Are you kidding me?" Beast Boy asked. "You can't have soup for breakfast!"

"If that's how you feel?" Raven asked. "You're too late."

"Listen here bub," Beast Boy replied. "I ain't gonna eat no soup for breakfast."

"Okay," Robin said. "Starfire, hand me three bowls."

"I said I didn't want soup," BB said.

"Well actually Beast Boy, you said 'I ain't gonna eat no soup.' Since you used a double negative, you said you wanted soup," Robin explained.

"Oh forget it," BB said

Starfire got three bowls and whistled to"These Boots are Made for Walking" by Jessica Simpson.

"I love that music video," Robin said.

"I can see why," Cyborg whispered.

"Yeah," Beast Boy replied. "You get to see most of Jessica Simpson's a..."

"Soup is ready," Robin announced.

As they ate Robin was thinking of going back to the taco place.

"I think we should go back to Shell Taco," Robin said.

"I think of two other names for that place," Cyborg said. "Hell Taco and Smell Taco."

"Smell Taco," BB giggled. He then burped.

"We gotta go now team," Robin said.

"Yeah like I'm gonna go. They're never gonna get me to leave the tower," BB said.

They all got into the T-car and took off.

Beast Boy could not believe he was going.

"I cannot believe I am going," Beast Boy said.

"Oh, relax," Cyborg replied.

The Titans then got there. "We're here," Robin announced.

As they got out of the car, Robin thought they should talk to the cashier. "I think we should talk to the cashier," he said. He then turned to someone the Titans could neither hear nor see. "And you, quit making such lame narrations!" he shouted.

(Sorry, Robin. Now, shall we continue?)

They then walked in and talked to the cashier. "Hello, I'd like to talk to the cashier," he said.

"You're looking at her," she replied.

"Oh, yes. I would like to complain," Robin said.

"All complaints should be made to the manager, not us cashiers," she spat bitterly.

"Oh, where could we-"

"He's in the back," she finished for him.

They then walked to the back. "Hello, I'd like to complain," Robin said.

"Then start complaining!" screamed the man in front of them who they took to be the manager. "I haven't got all day, you crazy kids."

"Uh, yeah. Anyway, we're here because we feel that one of your associates poisoned our food yesterday," Robin started.

"Well if it was poisoned, wouldn't you be dead?"

"I…food poisoned," Robin corrected himself.

"Again, same question as before."

"Uh, these three people are sick," Robin started a new topic.

"Are you sure they're not dead? One of them looks disturbingly pale, the other looks green, and that other has all those metal parts attached to him," the manager pointed out in an unconcerned tone.

"No, they're alive. They're just sick," Robin answered, annoyed.

"You sure? I used to be a part time doctor. That is, until I got fired since I accidentally dropped some French fries into a patient during surgery. But for the most part, I'm an excellent physician. Taco?" he offered.

Robin shook his head. "No thanks," he replied while Raven Cyborg and Beast Boy groaned and gagged. "Besides, we all ate here."

"Well, that would explain a lot. I don't care what you say. You all look dead to me. You're dressed as a traffic light. Only dead people would wear something as unfashionable as that since they can't do anything about it. And you, you're skin is positively orange! And again, your pale, green, and metal friends are also dead looking. Are you ghosts coming back to haunt me? Well, I'm not afraid since I keep my mamma's coffin in my house, so ghosts don't scare me. 'sides, I got a vacuum in here and I'm not afraid to use it, so nyah!"

"Like I said before," Robin started in an impatient tone, "we are not dead. Those three are just sick. This is my uniform, and she was born with orange skin. We just want to know what happened and refund would be nice too."

"No, you not gettin' any of my moolah. That's all mine. And nothing happened. No one poisoned your food. You people's just have too sensitive stomachs. Now get out before I call security."

"You don't have security!" Robin shouted, trying to challenge the man.

"OUT!" he yelled with all his might.

"Hehe. What'd I say? Uh, let's go, guys!"

"Well that was no help," Raven observed.

"I didn't believe a word he said," Robin said.

"At least we still have time for the lunch," Starfire tried to cheer them up.

"Oh!" they all screamed. They started to push and shove down the hallway. "Make room!" "I call the stall first!" "Nyah! I'm lucky since you guys can't go to the girls' room in the first place."

Starfire watched her friends as they got closer and closer to the restrooms. "I fear that I am losing my ability to cheer up my friends," she said in a dejected tone.

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