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[action, downtown Mayfield]
[People are, by now, perhaps accustomed to seeing strange green animals that had no business wandering around a 1950s neighborhood doing exactly that.

They may not, however, be accustomed to seeing lumbering green stegosauri being used as large billboards.]

Do you want to be a superhero? You, too, can save countless lives by joining the awesome cool superhero team, the Teen Titans! Auditions Saturday 7/26, 1124 Taylor, all day!

[phone]
~When there's trouble, you know who to caaaaall - TeEn tItANs!!
Mayfield sucks, but we're still standing taaaaaall - TEEN TITANS!!!
We'll beat up Zemekis once and for all.
Then we'll have a buncha tofu dogs...zall
'Cause when the - wait does it still need to rhyme with 'all'? How did this go again? Who even wrote this thing?

I mean, uh. Friends! Mayfieldians! Countrymen! Lend me your video games! This is your chance to shine; that's right, you heard me. For a limited time, you, too, can join the prestigious Jump City based superhero team, the Teen Titans! You don't even hafta be a teen, we'll totally take anyone. The only requirements are that you wanna kick Mayfield's butt. ...And you've gotta be really cool. And if anyone wants to codename themselves Robin, Starfire, Raven, or Cyborg and wear these special costumes I made, that's fine, too. Auditions will be this Saturday at 1124 Taylor, all day.

Oh, and Cain and Terra, you guys're totally my other two judges. I'm the nice guy and Terra's the girl, so Cain, you've gotta be the mean one.

[action, park]
[Beast Boy can be found later that day in the park with what appears to be... a smiling Raven. The apocalypse is surely nigh.]

Hey, Raven. Why do ducks quack?

Gee, Garfield! I don't know!

Sh! I said, call me Beast Boy.

OK, Garfield!

Ugh, no, whatever. Look, they quack 'cause they get all quacked up by my jokes.

Hahahahaha! You're so funny, Garfield! Tell me more!

......Yeah, no, this is totally not gonna work.

[And whenever he gets rid of the drone, Beast Boy sighs a little and sits by the edge of the pond, throwing in little rocks.]

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Dude, ya can't fight when your brain's been sucked outta your skull.

I'll wear earplugs.

[Clover tries (and fails) to hold in a laugh.] I don't think that's gonna work.

...Nose and ear plugs?

I don't think so.

... Seriously, though. C'mon, man.

Yeah, I know about droning and all that. But we can't just keep sitting around! A superhero's supposed to be fighting the bad guys, even if it means he might get roughed up.

Anyway, it's not like I'm planning to break into the dairy or anything.

... So what are ya plannin'?

Re-enersance! [Reconnaissance] We'll just keep tabs on all the sneaky stuff goin' on around here. And if we see something that looks good... then we strike.

... Is that it?

((Sorry for the lateness. I just moved house. Feel free to drop the thread if you prefer!))

What, you want me to firebomb the town hall?

((neverrrr))

W-- no! But I thought you'd have a better fuckin' idea. [...] Well, I didn't really, but it's a manner of speakin'.

Hey, it's a great idea! You can't get anywhere without knowing the kind of mission you need to plan first.

That's barely even an idea! It's more like... shit, I dunno, a thought! Like the kinda thing that pops into your head when ya wake up in the morning.

...

Whoa, dude. How didja know?

... Good fuckin' god. [Groaaan.] It doesn't take a genius to guess!

Yeah, well! You're not a genius, so. Yeah! You totally could've guessed!

[...this is an insult, maybe.]