"Hehehehe!" Terra giggles in the back of the T-Car. "Beast Boy! Stopppp!"

"Heh heh...ain't happening, dudette," he hugs her...practically smothers her. "You should have called shotgun when you had the chance! Now you've got me to deal with!"

"Pfft! Like you'd really DO anything!" Terra sticks her tongue out and shoves him. WHUMP! "Look at you! You're a frickin' noodle!"

"Yeah?" Beast Boy slumps against the inside car door and points at her, giggling. "And YOU'RE a twig!"

"You're both dead...," I drone, sitting in the front passenger seat and leaning boredly against the window frame. The T-Car is seated in the parking lot of a diner. Cyborg has walked in to grab some food to-go. We are waiting for him...and I am being tortured. "...can you--I don't know--be a little less loud about your hormones?"

"H-Hormones?" Terra blinks, blushing like a cherry under a spotlight.

"Yeesh!" Beast Boy rolls his eyes. "What's with you always needing everything so peaceful and quiet, Raven?" He leans forward against the back of the driver's seat and tilts his head over to smirk at me. Big toothy grin and wiggling, green eyebrows. "Are we getting a little too sensuous back here for your liking?"

"Eeek! Beast Boy!" Terra kicks him in the side. "You're impossible!"

"Hehehehe!"

My forehead pulses. I glare out the window and mutter: "Please...You two are about as raunchy as diapered infants splashing around in the plastic ball pool of a McDonald's...and just about as eloquent as well..."

"Seriously, do you have a migraine every other day?" Beast Boy smirks and sits back in his seat. "I think it's all that tea you're drinking! It's harmful to--uhm--your medulla uber-glotta or something..."

"Medulla uber-what?" Terra giggles madly. "Hehehehehe!"

I sigh. "There...is nothing...wrong...with tea..."

"O rly...?"

"What is hazardous to your health...," I sneer and glare over my shoulder. "...is choking on the food that Cyborg's about to bring you."

"Is that a threat?"

"Consider it a memo..."

"Hehehe...Oh Raven," Terra smiles. "You're too funny. All the creative ways you like to bite Beast Boy's head off...No wonder you two didn't date for long."

I growl. "For the LAST...TIME..." I clench my fists. "Beast Boy... ...and I... ...NEVER... ...DATED..."

"Hehehehe!"

"Hehehheheh!"

"I don't know WHY he keeps lying to you and saying that--What in Azar's name are you doing now?"

"I dunno! Beast Boy--hehehe--quit it! For crying out loud, we're superheroes and stuff! People are going to see us horseplaying around!"

"Hehehehe...Let them! Heck, I can turn into a stallion and make it easy for them!"

"Hehehe!"

"Take you once around the block!"

"ACK! N-Now you're tickling me! Stop it!"

"Nuh uh! Gotta say 'pretty pleeeeeease'!"

"ACK! Hehehehe-PRETTY PLEASE!"

"Uh Uh...speak a little closer...Like...right into my ear."

"Hehehe...You just want me to nibble your pointed lobes again, don't you--ACK! STOP IT! HEHEHEHEHEEEE!"

"Hehehehe!"

The T-Car shakes with their.. .. ...'wrestling'...

I groan...I rub my temple and shut my eyes.

I sense a metallic mass walking up. Followed by the scent of chilli dogs and oil-greased titanium.

"I'm back, y'all! I hope you didn't fall asleep after---Aw Hell, you two can't stop...can ya?"

"Cyborg! Tell him to stop tickling me!"

"I think you've got the power to rock him out of his skull if he gets too fresh, little missy!"

"Dude, Cy! What are you trying to suggest? We're just...ya know...having a good, ol' fashion tickling contest is all!"

"Right. That's why you've got hickies on your neck."

"Eeep!"

"Hahahaha! Snark!"

Cyborg sits in the driver's seat, opens a tray in the T-Car's seat frame, and props the food down. He takes one look at me...blinks...and smiles. "So...how you holdin' up with the love birds?"

"Cyanide...Cyanide now..."

"Awwww, Raven..."

"Tell me they gave you cyanide packets with those curly fries..."

Cyborg winks. "Just admit it, girl. It's annoying for you to listen to them and stuff only because you look forward to being in their place one day."

"... ... ..." I look at him.

"... ... ..." He looks at me.

"... ... ..." My violet eyes blink. "... ... ... ..you are too stupid to be amusing."

"Heheheh...there's a Romeo to be had inside of you someday, girl..."

"There's not even a Juliette, Mercutio, or a Tybalt to be found...," I take my cold smoothie from the tray and rub it against my throbbing head as the two giggle in the backseat. "...besides... ...Act Three of Julius Caesar is the only thing appealing to me right now..."

"Heh...Cheer up, Rae," Cyborg grins as he starts up the T-Car. "I got cinnamon twists!.!.!"

"Cinnamon twists...hmmm...," my lips curve slightly. "You are still you, Cyborg."

"Heh...Aren't I, though?"

"Eeep! Hehe! Beast Boy, quit it!"

"Your voice says no, but your ovaries say 'yes'!"

"What's that supposed to mean? Hehehe!"

"Hehehehe--HEY! You what Thomas the Train Engine did on his honeymoon?"

"What?"

"THIS! Chuuu--"

"Ack! Not there! That tickles!"

"Chuuuuu!"

"Hehehe! Beast Boyyyy--Dah! Egads, I'm going to faint..."

"Heheh...CHUUUUU!"

"HEHEHEHEHEEEE!"

"Nnnngh...," I reach a hand over a red button on the dashboard. "This what I think it is?"

"Huh? Yeah...Self-Destruct mechanism, why?"

Click!

"RAE!"

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP!

"ACK!"

"Chuuuu---.. ... ...Okay dudes, time to urinate."