Chapter #3Tainted Terra by: Dustin   "Hmm..." Blackfire pondered, staring at the crystal ball, "I've never seen that blonde girl there before. You're sure she's a Titan?"
Jinx snickered. "You've been away for awhile, haven't you? That's their new recruit. Controls earth or whatever." Kitten scoffed, Jinx twisting around eyeing her.
"She can't control the ENTIRE earth, stupid," Kitten hissed, "Thats WAY too many people." The other two girls looked at each other, then back at Kitten, Jinx burying her face in her palm.
"You're kidding right?" Jinx asked, "She controls the GROUND. ROCK and stuff." She grumbled to herself before picking up the Terra doll.
At the tower, Terra was chilling out on the couch. After taking down Dr. Light with the others, she needed some time to relax. "How many times do you have to deal with that guy, anyway?" She asked, blowing hair from in front of her face.
"If he were much of a threat, I'd actually get tired of him," Raven said before turning her attention back to her book. The blonde went back to her hair, shortly before shutting her eyes for a well deserved nap.
*GROOAAAAAAAAN*
Her eyes shot open. She clutched her stomach, moaning uncomfortablly, rolling off of the couch. With a gasp, Starfire and Raven leaped over to their friend.
"Friend Terra!" Starfire said, picking her friend off the floor, "Are you okay? Do you require assistance?"
"Ugh, I don't know..." Her stomach groaned loudly. "Oh man, I think I need to..." She stumbled up and rushed to the bathroom door, pounding on it. "HURRY UP! Hnnng..." The desperate blonde let loose a loud fart. She grunted and moaned, bringing her hands to her rear, pushing her cheeks together. "Hurry up, hurry uuup!"
"Oh, PRICELESS," Blackfire snickered to herself, watching the poor girl from the crystal ball. "A bit juvenile, but it gets the job done." Jinx chuckled to herself, pouring laxatives into the small doll's mouthslot.
"Pfft, I could to better than that..." Kitten pouted to herself, "That's not even CLEVER..."
Terra couldn't hold it much longer. The poor blonde was pacing back and forth, blasting gas loudly into the air. With a grimace, she groaned, banging on tha door. "WHO'S IN THERE ANYWAY?!" She screamed. "I... I don't think I can make it..."
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