Trip to Hawaii
After lunch, the Titans walked outside. "Alright guys," said Robin. "We'll meet back at the hotel. Have fun." Then they all split up to do their own things.
Robin
Robin walked around town for a while and couldn't find anything to do. He sighed. "There's got to be something I can do around here," he said to himself. He walked around some more trying to find a little entertainment. Still nothing. He found a bench and sat down. "How could there be nothing for me to do?" he asked himself. Just then, he saw a group of kids running towards a building. He looked above the door and saw a sign saying 'Arcade'. Robin smiled and got up. "Now that's what I'm talking about," he said. He headed towards the building. He opened the door, looked inside, and looked at the awesomeness that was the arcade. There was a bunch of stuff to do: Shooting games, fighting games, even virtual reality games. All Robin could get out was, "Whoa."
His attention shifted to a large group of people crowding around 2 boys playing a shooting game. He went over to check it out. One boy was about 16 with red hair. The other one was 18 with black hair. What Robin saw them doing amazed him. Every enemy that needed to be shot had been hit with extreme accuracy. And when one boy didn't see an enemy in the corner, the other one, just by looking from the corner of his eyes, shouted to him where he was, and he would quickly point his gun and shoot down the guy. "Now that's real teamwork," Robin said. Within minutes, the level had been cleared. Everyone cheered for them as they gave their thanks and shook each other's hand. Robin went up to them and decided to talk to them. "That was amazing, you two," he said. The two boys just stared at him. "You say that as if we didn't know that already," said the redhead rather rudely. Robin was a bit taken aback by his remark. "I was just complimenting you," he said. "Fine, whatever, thanks," said the black haired boy.
"Anyway, how about I have a shot at this game? I'm not too bad at this myself. Maybe I could even beat your high score." he asked. The boys just started laughing. "You? Try to beat this game? There's no way you can master our high score," said the redhead. "We're the best gamers on the island. Trying to beat us is like trying to get to Hawaii by foot or car: impossible. It's at 1,000,000 and currently the overall high score of the game." Now Robin was getting tired of their attitudes. "How much you want to bet?" asked Robin. "How much you got?" asked the black haired kid. Robin pulled out his wallet and pulled out $500 bucks. "How about you?" asked Robin. The boys pulled out all the money from their pockets and summed up to $930 bucks. "You beat our score, you get our money," said the redhead. "If you don't, we get your $500 plus $930 bucks." Although an unfair deal, Robin accepted. He never turned down a deal like this. "Deal," he said, and shook the boys' hands. Robin grabbed a gun, put in 2 quarters, and pressed start. "So what difficulty did you have this on?" asked Robin. "Hard," said they said. Robin looked and saw that hard was only the second hardest difficulty. "You've never gone to 'Expert'?" he asked. The boys shook their heads. Then he started chuckling a little bit. "If you were really the best gamers, you would be playing this on 'Expert'," he said. Everyone gasped at Robin's statement. "What did you just say?" the boys asked. "You heard me loud and clear," said Robin. He picked 'Expert' and began to play. "You're won't last 5 seconds," said the boys. Once the game started, Robin had already been surrounded by enemies. Everyone thought he was done for. Everyone was wrong.
Robin started shooting with extreme accuracy, hitting everyone with each shot fired. He progressed through the area quickly, then moved on to the next spot. Now Robin had hit a very hard spot. He was surrounded everywhere, and when he shot one guy down, another would quickly take his place. Robin's health was going down slowly, but surely. He finally finished everyone off, but he only had a little bit of health left. Then he got an idea. He quickly took what time he had and pulled out 4 quarters and kept them in his hand. When it came time to start shooting again, he was surrounded again, this time by more than what he had been surrounded by before. Within seconds, Robin had been shot down, but just brushed it off. With great speed, he inserted 2 coins into the player 1 slot and the other 2 into player 2. He pressed both 'Start' buttons, picked up the second gun, and fired away. With a gun in each hand and extreme focus on his targets, Robin had become 2 players in one. All enemies had been taken down within seconds. Everyone, including the rude boys, stared at Robin, eyes wide and mouths dropped to the floor.
At the end of the level, Robin easily took out everyone, only being shot twice since he continued the game. The game was intense, but over. Robin looked at his high score and smiled in extreme content. The new high score had summed up to 765,867,298 (just pushed some random numbers on the keyboard). Robin replaced the guns and went over to the boys. He held out his hand. "I believe we had a deal," he said. Although hesitant for a few minutes, the boys finally handed over the money. They both broke down and started crying. Everyone in the arcade looked at Robin, which freaked him out a little. "What?" he said. Everyone started cheering and ran towards him. Robin's eyes went wide. "Uh-oh," he said. Not feeling like becoming a pancake again, he bolted for the door and ran, followed by a bunch of new fans.
Cyborg
Even though he had just eaten, Cyborg was still hungry (Come on, you really think I'm going to give his appetite up as a running gag in this fic?). "I wonder where else I can get some food," he said. Then he saw something that he considered heaven on earth: an all you can eat buffet, serving food from all over the world. Cyborg started crying. "I'm in heaven," he said. He ran through the doors and saw many different spots with food: Italian, French, Mexican, Indian, Russian, and Oriental. He started drooling so much he could've made the Nile. Eyes wide, he started looking around, wondering what to eat first. Since he couldn't decide, he finally said, "I'LL JUST HAVE IT ALL!!!" He darted towards the start of the line and grabbed a plate. Then he heard an "Ahem". He turned around and saw one of the payment collector hold out his hand. "Payment before consumption," he said. "$20 per person." Cyborg pulled out some money and gave it to him. Then he set his sights on all the food in front of him.
From Italian, he grabbed everything from pasta and garlic bread to pizza and giant meatballs.
At the French section, he grabbed French bread, ratatouille, escargot, pate (pronounced pa-tay I think), and plenty of éclairs.
When he saw everything from the Mexican section, all he could say was "Yo quiero." He grabbed every burrito, taquito, quesadilla, taco, and anything else he could get his hands on.
In the Indian section, he grabbed some flat bread, Bisi bele bath, idli, Masala Dosa, and one could go on and on. (But I'm not gonna)
From the Russian section, he got large amounts of teur', botvin'ya, borscht, ukha, shchi, studen', katlyeti, pelmini, and blini.
From the Oriental section, he grabbed plenty of duck, pork, beef, chow mein, kung pao chicken, mandarin chicken, orange chicken, sushi, egg rolls, and fortune cookies. He would've gotten miso soup, but then he asked the cook what the white cubes were. He responed with tofu (I think you can pretty much guess why he declined).
Once he had all of his food, he sat down and put a total of 20 trays of food on a table that could fit 20 people. He took slow bites of his food, savoring every little bit of flavor. Once he got halfway, he finally started stuffing his face in a most disgusting manner. Everybody looked away in disgust as Cyborg ate. Once he finished, he was still hungry, so he went back to the line. "Sorry Sir, we have no more food, you took it all," said a cook. Cyborg's eyes widened, then he started screaming. "I'M STILL HUNGRY!!!!" he shouted. Then he did something that only extreme hunger could do to someone: he ran around and ate everyone else's food. All 100 customers. After Cyborg finally became full, he sat down. "Now that's what I call a good meal," he said. Then he saw the owner come towards him with a piece of paper in his hand. "Sir, you do realize that you're going to have to pay these people back for stealing their food, right?" he asked. Cyborg nearly short-circuited when he heard that. "What?! Why do I have to pay them back?!" he asked. "Because you stole their food, Sir," replied the owner. "Plus you should pay the other people that didn't get any food because you took every last bit and left nothing for them." This just made Cyborg even more agitated. "What?! It's not my fault! They should've been here earlier!" The owner just stared at Cyborg, determined to make him pay for everything. "Fine," said Cyborg. "Give me the bill." The owner handed him the piece of paper in his hand. Cyborg looked at it, widened his eyes to unbelievable size, and screamed for about 3 minutes. "YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME PAY $6600?!" The owner nodded. "$2000 for the customers who lost their food, and $4600 for the 230 that didn't get their food."
Cyborg glared at the owner as he reached for his wallet. He looked inside and saw, unfortunately, that he had only $10. All he could get out was "Uh……". The owner looked at him. "If you can't pay, you'll have to work it off. We'll pay you, then you can pay everyone here whatever you owe them." He walked away. Cyborg slammed his head on the table. "Man, what else could go wrong?" he asked himself. Then, he felt some kind of pain in his stomach. "Oh no," he said. He ran to the nearest restroom. Unfortunately for Cyborg, instead of puking, he had to (what's a cleaner way of saying this?) let it out a different way. He sat down on the toilet and proceeded, unleashing a powerful smell. Within minutes, everyone in the buffet ran out screaming. Never again will Cyborg consume more than he should. (Ha! Yeah right.)
If that last part kinda grossed you out, sorry 'bout that. Just needed something new besides throwing up all the time. Now I know I said that I'd put all the Titans activities on one whole page, but since I took so long to update, I just thought I'd take what I have and put it in. I'll get the other 3 on the next chapter. I got a new job at the gov't center since I got laid off from Star Nursery, and my hours, for summer at least, should give me a little more free time to update this story and my 'Over the Hedge' stories. So so so so so so so so so sorry for taking so long to update. Well, here it is after God knows how many months. Again, so sorry. Hopefully, this chapter's good, cuz my brain is pretty much fried from trying to think about what I'm writing and fitting in work and school (and it'll be a little worse in the fall once I go to CCSN, but at least I'm there and not at Centennial High anymore. If any viewers reading this just recently graduated, just wanna say congrats!)