So, here's another chapter of TSToTTH! This one is the one mentioned in the summary where Roy fails at making a sandwich, so, enjoy!
Roy sat against the wall of his apartment, tapping his chin and thinking. Hmm... what should I get Wally for his birthday? Something he likes and talks about all the time... Miss Martian? Ha! No... The eighteen-year-old chuckled. Wait...he likes food! I'll make him a giant sandwich cake! Yeah...
He smirked, pleased with himself, and headed for the kitchen.
Let's see...what should I put in the sandwich cake? Well, what does he like eating? Uh... he likes chips...and French fries...and ketchup... Roy took out the first piece of bread, put several chips on it...and then smashed it with a spatula repeatedly.
Oh, Roy.
He then placed several leftover French fries on the bread with spatula marks on it and smothered it in ketchup, laying another piece of bread on top of this mess. Pleased with his first sandwich, he placed it aside for now.
Taking another piece of bread, he thought again. He likes meat... I have some chicken that I could heat in the microwave...and I have some relish too! Didn't Wally smother his hotdog with that stuff last time? Taking the chicken, he stuffed it in the oven, setting the timer for five minutes. But it was a minuscule piece of chicken, and by the time he took it out, it was thoroughly burnt. Oh well...No reason for it to go to waste... He dipped the burnt chicken in relish and covered it with bread.
Roy placed the relish/burnt chicken sandwich on top of the one that was dripping with ketchup and started the third and final sandwich. This one has to be perfect. How about I put a little bit of everything in it? Ah, brilliant! I'm a genius!
Ten minutes later, Wally and Dick were at the door of Roy's apartment.
"Hey Wally, happy birthday!" Roy grinned.
"Thanks, man." Wally sniffed the air. "What is that smell? Did you burn something?"
"This is your present." Roy stated, dramatically gesturing to...a dripping pile of bread, soaked in something green and something red, with chunks of...something.
Dick inspected it carefully. "Ugh. Looks like someone barfed on your sandwich, man."
Roy frowned. "No, it's just like that."
Dick paused, mouth open, and started to snigger. "Dude, you suck at making sandwiches." Then, he spotted the burnt chicken. "Is that-is that grilled robin?" A look of fury made its way onto the youngest's face. Whipping out a knife, he slashed at the sandwich, and ketchup leaked out of it like the sandwich was bleeding. As the sandwich fell apart, Dick turned around, a sadistic smile on his face, and brandished his knife at Roy. "You're next, buddy."
Wally sighed and facepalmed as Dick chased Roy around, who was squealing like a little girl. "Why do all my birthdays have to end like this?" he moaned into his hand.
Ugh, Roy was so OOC. That didn't turn out like I wanted it to. But review anyways? Hehe..he...he.