Thread:JohnnySparrow17/@comment-36141544-20190925104917/@comment-36141544-20190925180611

(Wipe to the corridor, near the holes Cinderblock smashed through the walls. Guards keep watch as the prisoners return to their cells, their arms shackled behind their backs. Pan from here to the Titans; Beast Boy is now a gorilla, but he quickly assumes human form.)

Beast Boy: Jailbreak? I don't see any jailbreak.

Robin: None of us would have seen one if Cyborg hadn't messed up! (He looks away.)

(Sight gag: each speaker's head grows a size when he speaks, then shrinks back to normal.)

Cyborg: Me? I messed up nothing! (with great force; Robin's cape blows back) You got in my way! (He looks away as well.)

Robin: (turning back) You were too far forward, and Cinderblock got away because of it!

(An angry little spark pops up on his temple during the end of this and then winks out when his head deflates. Now the background goes red and the sight gag becomes more exaggerated, with the non-speaker shrinking a bit as he gets yelled at as well.)

Cyborg: (turning back) You saying this is my fault?

Robin: Want me to say it again?

(The sight gag ends. Sparks fly between both pairs of eyes before Starfire pops up between them.)

Starfire: Stop! No more mean talking!

(They turn their backs on her and each other, and the normal background restores itself as Beast Boy speaks up.)

Beast Boy: Yeah. If you two are gonna fight, we need time to sell tickets. (He backs off; Raven steps up.)

Raven: Cinderblock escaped. No amount of yelling will change that. So stop acting like idiots, and let's go home.

(Cyborg and Robin throw each other a disdainful glance from over their shoulders, and both of them snort.)

Robin and Cyborg: Hmph!

(Their respective exhalations are visible in the air. Now they stride away, leaving the other Titans nonplussed.)

Robin: (softly) Loser.

Cyborg: (softly) Jerk.

(Letterbox view: they whirl to face one another.)

Robin and Cyborg: (in unison) What did you say?!?

(Fullscreen: they go face to face. The background turns red again.)

Robin: Do you have a problem, Tin Man?

Cyborg: Yeah! It's four feet tall and smells like cheap hair gel!

(This hits him the wrong way. Cut to the others against the wall. Sight gag: they have become scared infants, with the pair's shadows thrown across them as rough caricatures.)

Robin: (from o.c.) Well, you're an oversized klutz and your feet smell like motor oil! (Beast Boy starts to cry.)

Cyborg: (from o.c.) You're bossy, you're rude, you got no taste in music!

(The sight gag ends as the camera shifts to frame all five again.)

Robin: I don't even know why you're on this team!

Cyborg: That makes two of us! I QUIT!!

(These two words leave the rest of the group staring wide-eyed in total shock. Letterbox, in the top third of the screen: his silhouette stalks away from theirs against a blue field, and Robin hangs his head. Fade to black as the sound of machinery makes itself heard.)