A/N: I will not apologize for the Big Bang Theory joke I stole. -maniacal laughter-

Chapter Eight—Food, Glorious Food

"YO TEAM! There's no more food! Who's goin' shoppin'?" Cyborg yelled over his shoulder as he looked through the mold- (or something) infested fridge.

"I just bought a whole thing of Tofu yesterday!" Beast Boy whined from the couch.

"All right, lemme rephrase that. There's no edible food left."

"As apposed to 'inedible food'?" Robin asked, just walking in after hearing the shouting.

"As in Tofu."

"Ah."

"You laugh at me now…" Beast Boy said, standing up and pointing at the two boys dramatically, "…but you'll be begging for tofu when you're all starving!"

"We're starving now!" the young leader cried.

Cyborg looked at Robin. "Yeah, like you care! You miss meals all the time when you go into your psycho detective mode. I'm the one suffering here!"

"Do not! I never miss a meal. If anything I'm the one suffering the most! I used to have Alfred's home-cooked meals three times a day and now I have to deal with this! Seriously, can we get a butler?"

"Aw, poor rich boy can't deal with a few hours of hunger."

Robin shook his head and gave him a confused look. "Your dad was a scientist at S.T.A.R. labs, Cyborg. You were rich too."

"Yeah, well, you still didn't have to grow up in the ghetto."

"Neither did you!"

"But I had to go to public school, that's close enough."

"It was the best public school in the state."

"HOW DO YOU KNOW SO MUCH ABOUT ME?"

"Look, can someone please just run down to the grocery store and get more food," Robin reasoned, obviously trying to avoid Cyborg's question.

"I hate going to the grocery store." Beast Boy pulled a face. "Those little old ladies are judgmental!"

"Order Pizza?" Cyborg advised.

Robin shook his head sadly. "They won't deliver ever since Starfire thought the pizza guy was an attack on the Tower and tried to blow him up."

"So who goes to get it?" asked Cyborg.

They eyed each other warily. At the same time they each stuck out a hand and yelled, "ROCK! PAPER! SCISSORS! LIZARD! SPOCK!"

"Darn! We all picked Spock again!"

"This game never works."

A/N: "Scissors cuts paper, paper covers rock, rock crushes lizard, lizard poisons Spock, Spock smashes scissors, scissors decapitates lizard, lizard eats paper, paper disproves Spock, Spock vaporizes rock, and as it always has, rock crushes scissors." ~Sheldon Cooper