"Okay, Rae… …You're doin' fine, girl. Just stay in your lane. Mind the traffic in the rear view mirror. Keep your hands at Ten and Twenty—"
"Ten and Twenty?"
"Er…. …"
"What exactly does that mean—"
"It's like the positions of the hands on a clock. Keep them in exactly those places on the wheel."
"… .. ..Huh?"
"J-Just keep your hands where they are! They're fine!"
"I'm not driving one-handed."
"No. No you're not, Rae."
"Driving one handed is bad."
"Yes, yes it is---well…."
"Or—Doesn't the manual say that driving one-handed is bad--?"
"J-Just drive with two hands for now."
"I am…."
"A-And keep checking in the rear mirror—"
"I am! Cyborg… ….Cyborg it's okay…."
"Okay.. ….It's okay.. …."
"I'm not nervous.. …. …Why should you be?"
"Who said I was nervous?"
"You're sweating, Cyborg."
"So what if I am, girl?"
"… .. …I thought your accident left you without sweat glands."
"That's just an urban myth. Heheh… …I-I'm popular! Y-Yeah! Erm.. …and when you get popular, you get urban myths and all that jazz—Watch it—Rae! Watch it! He's changing lanes without a turn signal—"
"I see him, Cyborg. I'm letting him go—"
"Honk the horn!"
"No."
"No?"
"We're not in a hurry. Besides, I don't want to get into any confrontations while on the road."
"Rae, this isn't road rage or anything we're talkin' about! It's called being assertive!"
"Just… .. ..Ya know.. … ..No reason lettin' morons like that break the rules of the road AND get in your way, if you catch my drift."
"If he pulls another stupid, punk-ass stunt without properly signaling, God help me if I don't pull my sonic cannon out and show him what-for. Heh heh heh……. ….You want Road Rage? Boo-Ya! You got it! Ha ha ha….hoooo boy…heh…"
"… … … … …. … …I am assertive…."
"Hmm?"
"I am."
"Not judging you as a person, Rae. I'm just sayin'—"
"Nnnngh… …I'm sorry, Cyborg. Really…."
".. … …Eh?"
"It's been so long since I've done this…."
"Practice makes perfect, cutie! Besides, you're doin' fine…"
"I never thought I'd ever have to use the T-Car, in all practicality."
"Well, you just never know, do you? Someone besides Cyborg and I have got to operate this Baby—Take a right turn here."
"On it."
"Ahem—And you just know that Beast Boy and Starfire aren't quite the cut."
"I've assumed as much."
"There ain't enough phone books in the world to help that little grass stain up to the steering wheel."
"Hmmph….figures."
"How so?"
"Er.. … ..I just think I now know why he's always whining for a moped…"
"Hah hah hah! Ain't that right?"
"Mmmm… … …. … … …I guess….. …."
"And Starfire, well—"
"Her feet would snap the pedal in two."
"Er.. …Y-Yeah….Gulp… ..Which is kinda sorta why I've never asked the girl to do carpool."
"Personally, I think she'd be more inclined to learn how to use Robin's motorcycle than to use the T-Car."
"Why? Heh… …Cuz the motorcycle seat is where the Boy Wonder's rump is most of the time when Starfire isn't given a chance to look at it?"
"… .. … …er—"
"Am I-I off with that--?"
"I.. … .I-I was just going to say because Starfire loves a thrilling ride more than something as tranquil and simple as cruising about in a four-wheeled vehicle, but—"
"Uhhh—"
"—Sure, Cyborg. Whatever you say."
"We all have the liberty to hypothesize… .. .. …D-Don't we?"
"That is to say—"
"What, Cyborg? Are you looking for me to backup your perverted hyperboles?"
"Heh—Boy does that sound like a come-on."
"I'm telling Robin that you said 'Boy Wonder' and 'rump' in the same sentence."
"DAH! No you ain't, little missy!"
"Hmmm … ….How much of a boss you've suddenly become… .. .."
"Damn straight, girl! This is my car! Or have you forgotten that?"
"Not in the least. I'm reminded that it's your car with every single lane shift I make and every light I brake at—"
HONK! HONK!
Vrmmmmmmmmmmm!---"Yeah! Titans!"
"Yeah, you rule!" HONK! HONK!
Wooo! Cyborg! Raven!"
"Keep it real, ya love birds!"
"Hahahaha—HIT IT!" SCREEEEEECH!
VRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…..
"…. …. …. …. …"
"… … …huh… …."
"What in the Sam-Hell was that about?"
"We obviously have fans who share the asphalt with us when I'm practicing driving."
"More like morons too young to own a Porsche like that! Dayum!"
"Stay calm.. … ..You have absolutely nothing to be envious about—"
"Who's envious? Did you hear what the heck they said?"
"…. … … …erm… …"
"Somebody should write them punks a ticket! Or at least put a security lock on their tire or some crap! Sheesh!"
"Total.. … .. ..effing… .. .. .. ..morons… .. . .. …"
"… .. .. ….erm.. .. .. …Raven?"
"… .. .. …Yes, Cyborg?"
"…. .. .. …Do you think. … ..that is—"
"What?"
"Do you think that people.. … ..not just those people---but people in general.. .. … …ya know.. .. …think that way?"
"Think what way?"
"That way."
".. … ….about us."
"Define 'us'."
"Not Robin, Not Beast Boy, and Not Starfire."
"'What do they think'?"
"Y-Yeah… …"
"More importantly, does it really matter?"
"… . … …erm… .. …d-does it?"
"… .. … …or.. … …n-no… .. ..wait… .. . .I-I guess… .. …I guess it doesn't, heh heh heh…."
"Heh heh… …. …heh… …"
"… … … …. …. What do I do here?
"… …hmm?"
"What do I do here, Cyborg?"
"Uhmmm—"
"What do I do here?.?.?"
"Whoah—Huh?"
HONK! HONK!
"DAH! JEEZ! Uhm---BRAKES, Rae! Brakes Brakes Brakes Brakes!.!.!.!"
SCREEECH!
SC-SCREEECH!—Honk! "Hey! What's the matter with you! You almost hit me, you stupid bitch!"
"Hey! At least she has a lot sharper nerves than you, jerkface!"
"You wanna step outside and say that to me in person, rust-bucket?"
"Yeah! I'll say it to you! How's a million decibels launched into your ear canal at point blanc appeal to you?.?.?"
"Cyborg—"
"You talk big for a weenie-roast driving a Volvo--!"
"Cyborg, just let it go. Neither of us got hit."
"Mmmmmnnng….."
Vrrm-VRRMMMMmmmmmmm….
"… … …..hmmmmff…."
"Easy, Raven… …Just move along…"
"I am.. …I am…."
"Wh-What happened back there, anyways?"
"I don't know… …I-I…. …I'm not sure—"
"Damn it! Why do people have to be such asses?"
"Cyborg… .. …"
"That guy was a jerk. He had NO business talking to you that way!"
"Cyborg, just let it go—"
"Calling you names. Heh.. …all gentlemen are dead, I tell you.. …"
"I'm sure it was all a big misunderstanding…"
"'Big misunderstandings' add up to a whole lot of stupidity on the roadside, Raven. It's not like you did anything really nasty—I still don't know what freakin' happened back there!"
"I know. I thought he was supposed to give me the left of way."
"Yeah, he--… … … …. ….the 'left of way', Raven?"
"Yeah…."
"Erm.. .. …'no'?"
"Why don't we.. .. …p-pull over into a parking lot for a few minutes?"
"Y-Yeah. Uhm.. …th-that's a good idea, Cyborg."
"Just… …take a breather… …review things…. …that sort of stuff…."
"N-Not a bad idea…"
"Don't forget to signal."
"I'm not."
"And don't go above fifteen as you try to find a space—Thatta girl… …"
"I think I just need to breathe for a few seconds."
"Heh.. …don't we all…."
"… … … … ..uhm.. …."
"Cyborg?"
"Yes, Rae?"
"…. … …. … … …. … …th-thanks… …."
"Heh.. …. ..Anytime, cutie. Anytime.. … …"