I had a dream last night. There was a guy, and he had a bag of fish. The fish were glowing green. He asked me, "Would you like some sushi?" I replied, "I don't want your radioactive sushi!" "But it's free of side effects! Don't believe the scientists, they don't know what they're talking about," I noticed a walrus in the corner, glowing green. The guy said "...that suspiciously glowing walrus is not mine..."

Then I woke up.

Yeah.

I have been drawing a picture of that all day! It's a walrus next to a barrel of toxic waste, a fish head, and a fish tail, and they're all glowing green. The words say: Radioactive Sushi = Suspicious Walrus!

I've been scaring people with that all day. One of my friends laughed her ass off, one gave me a weird look, and one girl I barely ever talk to just got seriously freaked out when I just started rambling about my dream to her in the hallway between fifth and sixth period. I'd better apologize for that tomorrow so she doesn't think I'm crazy...which I am...

See what posting one line last chapter did to my mind?

YOU SEE WHAT IT DID TO ME?

So if you go to school with a girl who was drawing a walrus all day on 3-12-12, you probably know me...hi I'm insane, nice ta meet'cha! ;D

ANYHOW!

Necronom Hezberek Mortix: Thank you for your compliments (1&2, which made me smile) and honesty (3, which also made me smile, mostly because…well, let's just say the ¾ tray of fudge in the fridge is now a HALF tray…)

stormygirl335: :D I think you should know…the unicorn says hi XD

TheBlackRose: Thank you! :)

Rowin Wolfe: Oh I don't hate Robin; I just…love to laugh at his pain XD

TitansGirl1234: YES! *points at a random wall* I AM NOT THE ONLY PERSON WHO DOES THE RANDOM ACCENT THING! XD I wish Beast Boy would randomly fall from MY ceiling…*stares up in some pointless, deranged, stupid, and totally insane hope* FALL ALREADY! You're falling asleep? LUCKY! I'm stuck up doing this &$%^&^%$#%^&*&^ English assignment D: that I'm taking a "short break" from to post this chapter…pft. I would go on and on about nothing but since I'm getting tired too, my ramble has abandoned me. Plus I already went off with my walrus story…:)

And now the moment you all have been waiting for…

DISCLAIMER: Since I wrote "disclaimer" in all caps, the intention of this text can be inferred -.-

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Of Tornadoes and Terrorists

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It looked like a tornado had torn apart Kid Flash and Jinx's apartment. A red and yellow tornado. Wearing spandex. Jinx realized this when she stepped in the door and was knocked flat on her ass by said tornado, AKA Kid Flash. He stopped and gave her a maniac-psychopath grin.

"HiyaJinxywhat'!" he took off for the wall, where a random penny had been thrown by the force of his running. Kid Flash slammed into the wall and fell backwards, shaking his head before resuming his path of destruction. Jinx watched with wide eyes until her gaze fell upon a very suspicious pile of about fifty very large, totally empty sugar bags and even more equally suspicious packets of instant espresso powder. Jinx looked between the pile and her—ahem—"teammate" as he suddenly stopped in the middle of the room and passed out atop a collapsed table, snoring loudly. Jinx's eyes narrowed as she looked about her apartment angrily.

"Alright!" she shouted. "Who gave him caffeinated sugar?"

MEANWHILE IN THE BRIMSTONEY, FIERY PITS OF THE PLACE COMMONLY REFERRED TO AS HELL...

A terrorist sat in a fluffy, lavender, heart-shaped chair decorated with hot pink hearts, shifting in discomfort at his...er...rather girly surroundings. Towering above him was the demon Trigon, who seemed to be...smiling brightly?

"Well?" aforementioned evil demon asked excitedly, bouncing with impatience (which caused a few tortured souls to tumble into bottomless pits of agony, misery, and fire) as he awaited the terrorist's report.

"I did as you commanded...but may I ask why giving Kid Flash a sugar high was so essential to your plan of world domination?" the terrorist asked. Trigon rolled his eyes and waved his hand in a girly, dismissive way.

"It wasn't! I just needed some entertainment," Trigon grinned happily, which really looked quite demented. After a moment, he seemed to realize that everything around him was pink and swore very loudly.

"DAMN MY DAUGHTER!" he shouted.

"Why?" the terrorist asked curiously. Trigon glared at him, debating whether or not to eat his minion, spit out the bones, and create a dancing skeleton.

"Because her goddamn emotional instability and mood swings gave me mood swings like a PMSing, bipolar bitch!" he finally roared.

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So...bipolar Trigon...yeah...

REVIEW! OR ELSE…*leaves empty threat hanging threateningly*