Because you loony's nearly buried poor Saiyoko alive in your Beast Boy List suggestions, I'm helping her sort through all them and post them up with a little drabble to go with it. Mind you, these were the ones that didn't suck:

"But I want to ride a Basilisk now!"
-Revan; Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic


SithKnight-Galen's additions to the List:

Beast Boy is not allowed to speak with phone company representatives:

"Hello? Why yes, we are satisfied with a long distance service! What? Really? How are your guys' overseas charges, 'cause I got a few cute girls in Tokyo that're just dying to hear from me…"

While green, Beast boy is not allowed to tell people he is a leprechaun and see if people can find his hidden pot of gold.

Sitting in the shade of her favorite tree in the park, Raven enjoyed the sight of another of Beast Boy's games blowing up in his face. A small mob of children chased the yelping shifter around the park, chanting something about 'Lucky Charms."

WiccaGem18536's additions to the List:

Robin likes bubblegum as much as the next person. Just keep it out of his hairgel bottles. For real this time.

A sleepy-eyed Robin blinked, not entirely comprehending why Cyborg was sniggering and Starfire was snorting with supressed giggles.

"Seriously Rob," the half-metal Titan chucked. "Your hair looks like a lollipop after someone left it on the floor for a month."

Raven is not a pillow.

Raven sighed with resignation at the snoring green boy resting his head on her lap. They'd all had a rough day; she'd let him sleep.

Then he'd pay for it in the morning.

If you tell a fellow Titan that "You know where they live" EVER again, you're sleeping in the basement from then on.

Overshadowing him with his massive steel bulk, Cyborg grinned at Beast Boy with gleeful malice. "I know where you live too. And I happen to know you're a pretty heavy sleeper too."

A wide-eyed green kitten mewed helplessly back at him.

Cyborg is not in a relationship with the toaster.

"I've got some bad news Cy: the toaster's being making someone else's toast. She's making Robin's toast, man. I am so sorry," sniffling, the changeling patted his metal buddy reassuringly on the back. "Be strong…"

Robin is not gay. Deal with it.

"I'm not saying it again Beast Boy, it's an evidence room, not a Slade love-shrine!"


Stars lil girl's additions to the List:

Beast Boy is not allowed to change into a fly, crawl under Raven's door and suddenly turn back into human form on her bed while she is at the climax of a horror novel.

The warning alarms were blaring with grating insistence when Star, Robin, and Cyborg gathered cautiously at Raven's door. They had arrived just in time to see a smoldering Beast Boy stumble out of Raven's room.

"Are you harmed Friend?" Starfire gasped.

"Beast Boy, what was that explosion?" Robin asked.

"Dudes…whatever you do…don't sneak up on Rae…it backfires."

Never around Starfire is Beast Boy allowed to use the term baby-making to describe Valentine's Day; Robin already has enough problems explaining things.

"Robin, I am most puzzled: How is it exactly these babies are made?"

Poor Starfire was even further confused after Robin sprayed out his coffee and stammered with a beet-red face.

Lizai's additions to the list:

Beast Boy is not allowed to teach Starfire swear words and convince her that they're friendly greetings.

"What a wonderfully crap-tacular day friends!" she smiled cheerfully. "I hope you all enjoy damnation in the bloodiest of hells, assholes!"

"BEAST BOY!"

Tari Silmarwen's additions to the List:

You are not a Jedi .

"You don't need to see my identification…" Beast Boy assured the ticket vendor with a mystical wave of his hand.

"Sorry kid, you still have to be 18 to get into the movie."

"Don't make me destroy you!"

"NEXT!"

The same goes for attempting to Force-choke Robin behind his back when he tells you to clean out the fridge.

Clenching his face in furious concentration, a red-faced Beast Boy finally gave up with an exhausted exhale with nothing to show for it but a headache. "Hey Rae, did it ever occur to you to try Force-choking somebody?"

"Happens more often than you'd think, actually."

Catching only a snippet of the exchange, Robin turned around. "Wait…what?"

You do not need a lightsaber.

Raven's hooded head shook as her hands radiated clean, healing blue magic. "Now, what have we learned about home-made lightsabers?"

Nor do you need to randomly spout out quotes from any of the movies at any time, even if they appear to be relevant.

Beast Boy pulled out his hair in a terrified panic at the sight of a small army of Billy Numerous…es that had come out of nowhere. "IT'S A TRAP!"

And finally, Beast Boy will never EVER take Raven's cloak and pretend to be a Jedi again.

Looking significantly underdressed in only her leotard, Raven walked into the living room and asked "Has anyone seem my cloak?"

"BWAHAHAHAHAHA! Fear me, for I am Darth Garvius, Lord of the Sith! The galaxy will fall to its knees beneath my awesome mastery of the Dark Si- aiiieee!" the hooded cloak made for someone significantly taller, Beast Boy tripped on its hem and crashed face-first onto the floor. "Ow…"

Raven rolled her eyes. "Way to go there, 'Darth'."