Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans. But I do own a Ping-Pong table.

FWHAPP!

WHOOSH!

PING!

PONG!

The Titans were having a lot of fun with their new Ping-Pong table.

Raven, as usual, was referee. Starfire and Robin made up one doubles team, and Beast Boy and Cyborg, the other. The game was supposed to go to twenty one, but the teams were so evenly matched that no one could win by two. And the scores climbed higher and higher.

Robin and Cyborg were the only real competitors. Beast Boy was too busy adding sound effects in a Chinese accent, and Starfire, with her super-strength, could hit the ball everywhere but at the table. Robin usually scooped up her shots for her, but a few times, they were too far for him to reach without bumping into her and ruining the casual 'oops, sorry, I thought it was my ball.'

This happened to be one of those times.

"Yahhhhh-ohhhhh-eeee!" Beast Boy cried, striking various "Kung-Fu" positions that would have made Robin stick his head in the ground if his eyes hadn't been on the ball.

Starfire gave the ball a huge slap, and it soared right into Beast Boy's open mouth. He started choking immediately, falling backwards on to the floor and bicycling his legs in the air. His arms grabbed at his throat, and it sounded like he was coughing up a hairball. His face was turning a curious shade of blue-green.

"Grass stain! Talk to me! Breathe! Cough! Spit it out so we can keep playing!" Cyborg cried, adding far too much pressure on Beast Boy's chest. Now he was choking and had crushed ribs. "Rob, this don't count, man! Redo!"

"Friend! Perhaps the High-Mick maneuver is to be used?" Starfire asked Robin worriedly.

"Yeah...Beast Boy! Hold still! Stand him up, Cy, I'll get it out--"

Raven snapped her book shut and sighed. "Beast Boy, if you can hear me, go T-Rex." Beast Boy transformed, and his sprialing legs smashed through the ceiling. With one big, dinosaur gulp, he swallowed the Ping-Pong ball and relaxed, whimpering slightly. Raven opened her book up again and read on as though nothing had ever happened.

The changeling bounced up with his table tennis paddle. "You guys are gonna get it for that! Me and Cy'll whip your butts!" He paused, looking around for his support. "Cy?"

The metal man was currently sobbing under the hole Beast Boy's feet had made. "Our last Ping-Pong ball!"

And Raven had to save the day again. She sighed. "I thought it was table tennis."

"No! It's Ping-Pong! It was made up by two guys in China: Ping and Pong, duh! Everyone know that!" Beast Boy scoffed.

"I think it can really be called either. It doesn't matter all that much, does it? We're technically playing the same game," observed Robin, and naturally, Starfire agreed with him.

"Our last Ping-Pong ball," Cyborg repeated, sniffing.

"Friend? Perhaps this will be of use to you?" Starfire pulled out a forgotten ball from under the table, and Cyborg's human eye widened and shone. He hugged Starfire tightly, weeping his thanks.

When he separated from her, Robin had on an easily read death glare. 'You're going down for touching my girl.'

And kicked-loose piece of ceiling crashed down on to the table.

I just thought Beast Boy would look funny choking...