The cozy warmth of the lounge was a stark contrast to the tension-filled chaos of earlier that day. Beast Boy, Bart, Starfire, and Wonder Girl sprawled across the couches, balancing their dinners on their laps. Plates of burgers, pizza, and fries dominated the coffee table. The television flickered, but instead of the usual cheerful chaos of their favorite show, it was broadcasting in Chinese—menus, audio, subtitles, everything.

Beast Boy furrowed his brow, gripping the remote like a lifeline. "Okay, this should be simple. Just press... uh... this button, right?" He clicked something random, and the TV display changed to a giant error message in Chinese characters.

Bart leaned over his shoulder, munching on a slice of pizza. "Bro, I think you just made it worse. Are we hacking the Pentagon now, or what?"

Starfire looked up from her plate of Earth-style spaghetti, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Oh, I do hope not. That would be most unpleasant!" She set her fork down, clasping her hands together. "I merely changed the settings to explore Earth's many delightful languages. Chinese is quite fascinating, yes?"

"Yeah, it's super fascinating when I can't understand a single word of what's happening!" Beast Boy groaned, scrolling through the incomprehensible menus. "Why do these remotes even have so many buttons?"

Wonder Girl chuckled, popping a fry into her mouth. "You know, you could just call Cyborg. He can probably fix this in, like, two seconds. Or Nightwing he…"

"No way," Beast Boy huffed. "I'm not giving him more ammo to roast me. I've got this. Trust me."

"That's what you said before you set the microwave on fire last week," Bart quipped, smirking.

Beast Boy shot him a mock glare. "That was different!"

Beast Boy made a cry as he pressed more buttons only for the TV to blast Japanese, as all the menu options changed to Japanese.

"Great. Now we have anime now." Wonder Girl said sarcastically

"Shut up!" Beast Boy cried.

The door to the lounge creaked open, and Thomas walked in, balancing a tray laden with sushi, ramen, tempura, and miso soup. His tired eyes scanned the group as he carefully placed his meal on the coffee table and slid onto the armchair.

"What's going on now?" he asked, picking up his chopsticks.

"Starfire set the TV to Chinese, and now someone is too proud to ask for help," Wonder Girl said, motioning to Beast Boy. "And now we have it in Japanese."

Starfire raised her hand apologetically. "I did not mean to cause the disturbance. I merely wished to see the wonders of Earth's many languages. It is most thrilling!"

Thomas blinked at the screen, then back at the remote in Beast Boy's hand. "Seriously? That's it?"

Beast Boy gestured dramatically to the TV. "Dude, do you know how confusing this is? Like, I don't even know what these buttons are saying."

Without a word, Thomas put his chopsticks down, leaned over, and took the remote. Within seconds, he navigated through the menus with practiced ease, changing the language back to English.

"There," he said, tossing the remote back to Beast Boy. "Fixed."

Beast Boy stared at him in disbelief. "Wait, how did you—?"

"I can read and speak a little Japanese," Thomas said casually, returning to his ramen. "And Chinese. Not that hard."

Bart's eyes lit up, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "What else can you speak? Are you, like, secretly a spy or something? You gonna drop some secret-agent catchphrases?"

Thomas chuckled softly, dipping a piece of tempura into the sauce. "Not a spy, no. My dad's Chinese-British, my mom's Japanese-Canadian, and I was born in the U.S. So I know some Chinese and Japanese. Just basic stuff, really."

Beast Boy and Bart exchanged a look, their grins widening in unison.

"Wait," Bart began, "so you're, like, Chinese-British-Japanese-Canadian-American? That's—"

"Literally the most complicated hyphenated thing I've ever heard," Beast Boy finished. "Dude, how do you fit all that on a passport?"

Thomas rolled his eyes but couldn't help the small smile tugging at his lips. "You two are impossible."

Beast Boy grinned, leaning back on the couch. "Well, Mr. Multinational Genius, you've officially saved movie night. You're a hero. But, uh..." He gestured to Thomas's dinner. "Can you teach us how to eat whatever that is without making a mess?"

Thomas smirked, picking up his chopsticks and demonstrating with exaggerated precision. "First, don't stab it like a barbarian. That's step one."

Starfire clapped her hands excitedly. "This is most enjoyable! Perhaps we could also this thing called Anime that Bart speaks highly of? I would love to learn another Earth language!"

"Sure," Bart said, grinning. "As long as Thomas is on remote duty."

Beast Boy groaned. "Great. Now he's the designated language guy."

Thomas shook his head, chuckling as he continued his meal.

Cyborg's room hummed softly with the sound of faint machinery and the occasional beep from one of his many devices. The walls were lined with monitors displaying real-time surveillance feeds, diagnostic reports, and other tools of his trade. At the center of the room, under the glow of a soft ceiling light, sat Cyborg and Nightwing across from each other, a chessboard set between them.

Nightwing studied the board intently, his sharp eyes calculating his next move. Cyborg leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, a faint smirk on his face as if daring his opponent to make a mistake. A faint crackle of static came from the communicator sitting on the desk nearby, the remnants of a recent call with Hal Jordan.

"So," Cyborg started, breaking the silence as Nightwing moved his knight. "Gold, silver, and…bronze? I mean, really? Sounds like we're running out of colors."

Nightwing smirked faintly but didn't look up. "I don't think the Guardians were aiming for creativity. According to Hal's memo, those rings were locked away god knows how long ago for a reason—pride, envy, and sorrow aren't exactly emotions you want supercharged across the universe."

Cyborg leaned forward, moving a pawn. "Yeah, I got that. Still, feels like the Guardians dropped the ball if those rings got loose. What did Hal's thing say again? The bronze ones are harmless?"

Nightwing nodded, his brow furrowed as he studied the chessboard. "Mostly harmless. He mentioned they're a mixed bag—some of them are completely peaceful, almost reclusive, while a handful of them can get a bit… overdramatic. But the silver ones?" He glanced up at Cyborg. "They're the real wildcards. Hal said some of them are cooperative, even helpful, but others are unpredictable and dangerous. It's hard to tell what you're getting with them."

Cyborg tapped the table thoughtfully. "And the gold ones?"

Nightwing sighed, moving his rook. "Trouble. Almost every single one Hal's dealt save for like 2, has been a nightmare. Pride-driven powerhouses who think they're better than everyone else who have enough power to destroy a planet if they wanted to. Seraphina wasn't an anomaly, she is just one of who knows how many."

Cyborg exhaled, shaking his head. "Great. First Lobo, now Seraphina. I'm getting whiplash here. Who's next? A bronze lantern showing up to cry us into submission? Is Darkseid going to come crashing in here? Is the Joker going to, whatever I don't know…"

Nightwing chuckled softly. "If only it were that simple." He paused, glancing at the communicator on the desk. "Hal also mentioned a stolen space cruise ship a few light-years from Earth, hijacked apparently and it is equipped with one of the best stealth tech known to the universe. Said if we see anything suspicious, we should let him know."

Cyborg raised an eyebrow. "A stolen space cruise ship? That seems like something Lobo might do."

Nightwing shrugged, leaning back in his chair. "It's possible, but I'd only give it a 54% chance. It might have nothing to do with him at all. There's plenty of chaos out there right now without Lobo's involvement, for all we know the captain of the ship might have drank something very good and bad."

Cyborg leaned back, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "So, what? We sit tight and wait for whatever comes next? Feels like we're just bouncing from one disaster to another."

Nightwing moved his queen into position, his expression calm but firm. "That's what we always do, Vic. We take each hit as it comes, regroup, and fight back. It's what we've always done, and it's what we'll keep doing…Checkmate."

Cyborg watched as Nightwing made his final move, taking his king with a swift, calculated checkmate. He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "You're way too good at this game, man."

Nightwing smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Years of practice. You'll get me next time."

Cyborg stood, stretching his mechanical limbs. "Yeah, next time, I'm rigging the board with holograms. Let's see how you do with a little extra chaos."

Nightwing chuckled, rising to his feet as well. "Looking forward to it. Get some rest, Vic. No telling what, or who, might come knocking tomorrow."

Cyborg nodded, watching as Nightwing left the room, his steps silent as ever. Cyborg glanced back at the chessboard, then at the monitors displaying the team's surveillance feeds. He muttered to himself, "Whoever it is, they better bring their A-game. This team's not going down easy."

The common room buzzed with interest as Thomas, Starfire, Beast Boy, Wonder Girl and Bart gathered on the couches, a bowl of popcorn in Bart's lap and sodas scattered across the coffee table. The TV screen lit up with the bright colors of a Jeopardy-like game show. The contestants were locked in an intense battle, and the current category had everyone on edge.

One of the quizzes was displayed on screen. "Sonic the Hedgehog Lore."

Bart's eyes lit up with pure glee. "This is my moment! I'm the ultimate Sonic fan. No way I'm losing this one!"

Thomas, sitting calmly on the other end of the couch, gave a small, knowing smirk. "We'll see about that."

Starfire tilted her head, her emerald eyes wide with curiosity. "This Sonic... he is the small blue one who runs fast, yes?"

Beast Boy grinned, tossing a handful of popcorn into his mouth. "Yeah, Star, but there's way more to him than that. Watch the master at work." He gestured to Bart, who was already bouncing in his seat.

Wonder Girl chuckled. "This is gonna be fun. Bart's confidence is always entertaining."

The host on the screen revealed the first question for 200: "What is the name of Sonic's home planet?"

Bart slapped the couch dramatically. "Mobius! Come on, that was easy."

A contestant, a thin wiry woman, said the same thing Bart said.

The answer buzzed on the screen. Correct.

Bart beamed and looked around smugly. "Told ya."

The next few questions passed with Bart and Thomas trading wins on various topics from the name of islands in Oceania to the name of kings of England, each confidently blurting out answers faster than the contestants on TV. Starfire and Wonder Girl watched in amused confusion, occasionally throwing out wild guesses.

Finally, the 500 question appeared: "What was Tails' first appearance in a game, and for what system?"

Bart shot up from his seat, nearly knocking the popcorn bowl over. "Sonic the Hedgehog 2, Sega Genesis!" as another contestant seemed to say the same thing Bart said.

The host revealed the answer: "Incorrect."

Thomas leaned back casually, his arms crossed. "Actually, it's Sonic the Hedgehog 2… but for the Sega Game Gear."

Almost as if on cue another contestant said the same thing Thomas said as the host confirmed the correct answer, and Bart froze, his mouth hanging open. "Wait, what?! That's… not fair. Who even played that version?"

Thomas shrugged with a small smile. "A true fan would know." His calm delivery sent Bart into a spiral of exaggerated disbelief. "Came out a few weeks in select regions before sonic 2 on the genesis."

Wonder Girl pointed at Thomas with mock awe. "Alright, Silver the Hedgehog. What else do you know?"

Then came the 1000 Sonic the hedgehog question: "This member of the Black Arms is Shadow's genetic counterpart and his sworn enemy."

Bart furrowed his brow, clearly puzzled. "Uhh… Mephiles? No, wait—Infinite? Or—"

"Eclipse the Darkling," Thomas said effortlessly, not even looking up from the cup of tea he was sipping.

The room fell silent as the host revealed the correct answer to one of the contestants "Eclipse the Darkling."

Bart gawked at Thomas, who remained perfectly composed. "HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?!" Bart shouted, standing and pointing dramatically at him.

Thomas smirked. "When you're stuck in a hospital for two years with nothing but time, you tend to absorb some... obscure knowledge."

Beast Boy snorted, shaking his head. "Dude, you're like Silver the Hedgehog come to life. You even sound like him."

"Yeah!" Bart chimed in, grinning mischievously. "Totally a fusion of Silver and Cloud Strife."

Thomas rolled his eyes with an amused sigh. "You've been saying that for three hours now. It wasn't funny then, and it's not funny now."

Beast Boy elbowed Bart, still grinning. "Silver the Hedgehog totally would say that, too."

"Dude this is getting old." Thomas said weakly

"Not till I say so." Bart said

"I am never going to hear the end of this am I?"

"You got it Silvey"

As the game show wrapped up, Bart muttered to himself, still flabbergasted by Thomas's knowledge. Starfire, who had been silent for a moment, leaned over to Wonder Girl and whispered loudly, "This Sonic trivia is very intense. I must learn more about this small blue hero."

"Maybe Silver can teach you," Bart quipped, causing the room to erupt in laughter—except for Thomas, who buried his head in his hands, though even he couldn't hide his faint smile.

The laughter in the common room was just dying down as the TV shifted to a commercial. Bright, colorful footage of a bustling funfair filled the screen, roller coasters twisting through the air, families screaming in delight on spinning teacups, and the glowing lights of a Ferris wheel reflecting off the ocean below. A cheerful announcer's voice echoed through the room:

"Come one, come all! The Star City Boardwalk Funfair is here for half price on everything for all for one week only! With games, rides, and entertainment for all ages, it's fun you won't want to miss. Open tomorrow at noon—don't miss out on the excitement!"

Starfire's eyes widened, practically sparkling as she leaned closer to the screen. "A fair of fun? On a boardwalk? This sounds… glorious!"

Bart tossed the empty popcorn bowl onto the table. "It's just a funfair, Star. No big deal."

Starfire turned to him, her face lighting up with an enthusiastic smile. "No big deal? It appears to be very big! Look at the roller coasters! And the Ferris wheel! Oh, I have seen these on television before, but I have never experienced them myself!"

"Wait, you've never been to a funfair?" Beast Boy asked, sitting up straighter.

"No," Starfire said, almost reverently. "On Tamaran, we do not have such things. There are festivals, but nothing like this… this... funfair."

Thomas glanced at the TV, smirking slightly. "You'd probably love it. There's a lot of food, rides, games, and… way too many people."

"People who bring joy, yes?" Starfire asked, clasping her hands together. "This is most wonderful! We must go!"

Nightwing, who had just walked into the room with a water bottle in hand, raised an eyebrow at the commotion. "What's going on?"

Starfire turned to him, her expression earnest. "Nightwing, you must take us to this boardwalk funfair tomorrow! I insist."

Nightwing blinked, glancing at the TV as the ad looped again. "The funfair? Tomorrow?"

"Yes! Please!" Starfire's excitement was so palpable it seemed to radiate from her, practically lifting her off the couch.

Wonder Girl grinned. "She's got a point. It could be fun."

Bart jumped up, pumping his fist. "I'm in! I could totally own all those carnival games."

Beast Boy grinned. "And I can win the biggest stuffed animal there. No way anyone's beating me."

Thomas leaned back in his seat, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I'm not big on crowds, but... I guess it could be interesting."

Nightwing sighed, shaking his head with a faint chuckle. "Alright, alright. We'll go. But no causing trouble, Bart."

"Me? Trouble? Never!" Bart said, feigning innocence as the others laughed.

Starfire beamed, clapping her hands together. "This is most wonderful! I shall prepare for tomorrow with great anticipation."

As the team continued chatting about the funfair, Nightwing watched Starfire's genuine joy and couldn't help but smile to himself. "Alright, team. Tomorrow afternoon, we're heading to the boardwalk."

The quiet hum of Mount Justice's automated machinery faded as the final adjustments were made to Raven's new room. With a soft hiss, the sleek, metallic door slid open, revealing a space that seemed to breathe with her essence. The walls were cloaked in a deep, velvety purple that absorbed the dim lighting, casting soft shadows in the room's corners. Black furniture elegant and minimalist was arranged with precise functionality, while the air carried a faint, lingering trace of incense. A single yellow pillow rested on the bed, an unexpected burst of brightness against the black bedspread, like a lone firefly in the dead of night.

Miss Martian hovered just behind Raven, her green skin glowing faintly in the subdued light. Her expression was bright, her hands clasped in delight. "It's perfect, Raven!" she exclaimed. "The robots did an amazing job. It really feels… like you."

Raven stepped inside slowly, her dark cloak brushing against the doorway as her gaze swept across the room. A rare, almost imperceptible smile tugged at her lips. Her voice was calm, steady. "Yeah… it's… fine." Her eyes landed on the yellow pillow, and the brief smile faded. She sighed, the sound soft but weighted. "Except for that."

Behind her, Starfire hovered in the doorway, her fiery hair catching the low light. She clasped her hands together, her golden eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "Oh, the yellow pillow is glorious! I simply insisted that it be included, yes? It adds the much-needed 'pop' to the dark ambiance!"

Raven turned to face her, one eyebrow arched in signature skepticism. "It's completely unnecessary."

Starfire pressed a hand to her chest, adopting a look of mock offense. "Unnecessary? But dear Raven, it symbolizes the light within the darkness! A hopeful spot amidst the gloom of life!" Her grin turned mischievous. "Also, I think it is very cute."

Miss Martian giggled softly, drifting further into the room. "I think it's a nice touch, Raven. It's still your room, but the yellow gives it a little… balance."

Raven folded her arms, her posture relaxed despite the faint smirk playing on her lips. "Fine. The pillow stays. But don't expect me to admit you were right."

Starfire gasped dramatically, her hands flying to her cheeks. "This is a great victory! You, Raven, have embraced the brightness, even if only a little!"

Raven rolled her eyes, though there was no real annoyance in the gesture. "If you call a single pillow 'brightness,' then sure."

Miss Martian drifted toward the black desk, running her hand lightly over its polished surface. "I have to admit, it does feel very… you. It's peaceful but a little mysterious. I like it." She turned to Raven, her eyes sparkling with playful curiosity. "Are you sure you won't miss sharing a room with Starfire?"

Raven glanced over at Starfire, who was now inspecting the bookshelves with childlike fascination. "I'm sure. She's… a lot to handle. But she wasn't the worst roommate."

Starfire spun around, beaming. "I am flattered! And you, Raven, were the most tolerable of roommates. Truly, it was an honor to share a room with you." She stepped closer, placing a warm hand on Raven's shoulder. "But now, you have a space that is entirely your own. I hope it brings you much joy."

For a moment, Raven's expression softened, her violet eyes meeting Starfire's with a rare flicker of gratitude. "Thanks, Starfire. And for the record… you're not so bad yourself."

The three of them shared a quiet moment of camaraderie, the room's silence warm rather than oppressive. Then, as if struck by a sudden idea, Starfire's eyes lit up.

"We must celebrate this moment! Perhaps a feast of the pudding cups?" she exclaimed.

Raven groaned softly, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Why pudding cups?"

Miss Martian laughed, her voice light and musical. "You know, it does sound fun. Maybe we can bring the rest of the team and have a little party in the common room."

Raven quickly shook her head. "No parties. This room is supposed to be my sanctuary, not a reason to invite chaos."

Starfire nodded enthusiastically, her sincerity shining through. "Of course, Raven! A small celebration, then. Only pudding cups, no chaos."

Raven sighed, but the faint smirk on her lips betrayed her amusement. "Fine. But you're cleaning up afterward."

"It shall be done!" Starfire declared triumphantly.

"And it happens tomorrow."

"Agreed!"

As the trio made their way out, Raven lingered for a moment, her gaze sweeping over her new room once more. The dim lighting and quiet felt right, like a physical manifestation of her inner world. Her eyes settled on the yellow pillow again, its brightness stubbornly cheerful amidst the shadowed décor. She shook her head, a wry smile tugging at her lips, before turning to follow her friends.

"Light in the darkness," she muttered to herself, the words tinged with bemusement. "Ridiculous."

And yet, the pillow stayed where it was.

The room was dimly lit by the pale blue glow of two phones, their screens reflecting on the tired faces of Thomas and Beast Boy. Thomas, sitting cross-legged on his bed with his silver lantern ring and uniform faintly glowing, scrolled through his phone with a frown. Beast Boy lay sprawled out on the top bunk, snickering at a fail compilation video of people doing stupid things.

"Dude," Beast Boy called down, barely able to contain his laughter. "This guy got tackled by his own dog while jogging. Like, straight-up football-style takedown. It's hilarious."

"Yeah, hilarious," Thomas muttered distractedly, his tone flat as his thumb froze on the screen. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the comic in front of him.

"What's up?" Beast Boy tilted his head over the edge of the bed, noticing Thomas's scowl.

Thomas groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I just found... this…this…thing."

He turned the screen around to show Beast Boy, who squinted at the comic panel. It depicted a grotesque and horrifying rendition of Sonic the Hedgehog, twisted into a carnivorous monster. The panel showed Sonic, covered in blood, devouring his friends while muttering some absurd excuse about how he 'needed to be filled.'

"What in the name of…?!" Beast Boy sat up straight, his expression caught between disgust and disbelief. "What is the name of…what is that?"

"This," Thomas said bitterly, "is someone's idea of a 'creative' Sonic story. Apparently, Sonic ate some mysterious meat, discovered it was made of Mobians. And he decided, 'Hey, this is delicious! I'm gonna go full Hannibal Lecter now, brutally murder my friends and eat their flesh and blood, because I can.'"

Beast Boy winced. "Ugh. That's not Sonic. That's... I don't know what that is, but it ain't Sonic."

"Exactly!" Thomas threw his phone onto his bed, running a hand through his hair. "Sonic's supposed to be about hope, adventure, doing the right thing. Not... whatever this is. I mean, come on. They're using the whole 'hedgehogs have cannibalistic tendencies' excuse. As if that makes it okay! This isn't Sonic! This is Haniball Lector wearing a Sonic costume!"

Beast Boy nodded. "I'm so tired of seeing good heroes turned into, like, psychopaths for no reason. It's lazy. What happened to making them, you know, good guys?"

Thomas sighed, leaning back against the wall. "This whole thing reeks of that stupid nonsense. You know, 'Look at me! I'm so edgy!'. Bro, even edgelord 14 year old boys are like 'yeah, no get out of here'"

Beast Boy snorted. "Oh, you don't even know, dude. You should've seen this awful Mario comic I read once. It had Mario as some authoritarian mass murderer, going around killing everyone from Sora to Pit to Ness, almost taking out Link and Sonic too. It was so bad the only redeeming part was when the real Mario showed up, beat his evil self up, and threw him in jail."

Thomas raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

"Yup," Beast Boy said, popping the 'p.' "And don't even get me started on this terrible Spongebob one. I won't even tell you what happened there, but let's just say it would make the sonic in that comic look like a saint compared to what he did."

Thomas chuckled darkly. "Let me guess 'edgy for the sake of edgy.'"

"You got it," Beast Boy said. "At this point, I just want to see heroes being heroes, not, like, deranged lunatics."

Thomas nodded. "Same here. Honestly, this reminds me of that comic Lex Luthor made a while back. You know, the one that made Superman a dictator, Batman a serial-killing psychopath, Green Lantern as some kind of communist dictator, Aquaman as some kind of hypocritical eco terrorist, Wonder Woman some Lady Macbeth-type, and The Flash a genocidal womanizer maniac."

"And all of them did…" Beast Boy said venomously but Thomas interrupted him.

"Please don't remind me." He said coldly "So happy it was cancelled after issue 5. But Lex didn't exactly stop it willingly."

Beast Boy laughed. "Oh yeah, the Rogues shut that comic down hard." He made a face as he faced Thomas "Bart was all too happy to tell me all about it. Didn't the Weather Wizard fry the printing press?"

"And Captain Cold froze Lex in his underwear and left him in the middle of Metropolis Park," Thomas added with a smirk. "And Mirror Master took as many comics as he can and took them to a place where nobody could find them."

"And during the whole time every single justice league member watched and stood by. The flash even read a newspaper while eating a sandwhich slowley as they dragged luthor to the park while he whistled a song." Beast Boy said

"And John Stewart floated in front of the window when the rouges fought Lex and took his sweet time to tell the rogues to lower their voices as it was 3 am, and the only thing Superman did was make sure he can breathe in that block of ice."

"Classic." Beast Boy grinned. "But seriously, man. You're right—it sucks when good art gets wasted on bad writing."

Thomas sighed. "The worst part is I can't forget it. I've got a very good photographic memory, so this garbage is burned into my brain."

Beast Boy groaned sympathetically. "Man, that's rough. You need a mental palate cleanser. Like, I dunno, play some Sonic games?"

Thomas smirked. "Blindfolded?"

Beast Boy snickered. "Sure, why not? You're basically Silver the Hedgehog anyway."

"Oh not this again…" Thomas said, though a small smile played on his lips.

"Or Cloud Strife," Beast Boy added, nudging him with a grin. "Especially after you threw Seraphina into those porta-potties. That was straight out of FF7 Crisis Core."

"Yeah, I only got this ring for like a week, I fought her like 4 hours ago and already people are making goofy stuff about me." Thomas rolled his eyes, though he couldn't stop a chuckle from escaping. "Keep it up, Garfield. I'll make a frying pan construct and smack you with it."

Beast Boy laughed. "Now that would be hilarious."