Note: Yes, I'm still alive…Got a review saying "Hurry Up!"

Shalom y'all! Glad to hear from previous reviewers! Especially Hikari-kun and Aaya-san! (And Rose, of course!) I swear, in a parallel universe somewhere, me and Rose are best friends…ANYVAYS- I am SO SO SO SO SO SO SO (a million times SO) sorry that I didn't continue this in such a long time. My senior year has started (on August 8th, as a matter of fact; people my age were still vacationing here) and that means SATs and college applications galore.

OK, so on a lighter note…my nephew was finally born this summer (I'm an auntie…sniffle). And also, I have experienced a few moments' fame when the local newspaper quoted me on Harry Potter 6 because I was dressed as Hermione when it came out …now, what does all this have to do with the fic, you might ask? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

10:31 p.m. (2 days before Hurricane Cocoapuff)

Robin paced back and forth nervously. This is it, he thought. I'm finally going to meet him…

Yes, after years of waiting, Robin was finally going to meet his favorite hero. Robin saw the door open, and there he was: The Thing.

Robin let out a girlish squeal of mirth and hugged the giant rock…man…thing.

"Oh, Thing!" he cried, letting go. "There's something I've always wanted to ask you!"

"Yeah, what is it?"

"If you have kids, will people call them Thingies?"

The Thing blinked. "What?"

"And what's up with that name, anyway? 'The Thing'…Why not The Rock? Okay, never mind, that one's already taken…alright, how about The Boulder? Stoney? Rockdude? The Walking Stone hendge?"

The Thing frowned (well he always looks like he's frowning, but he was mentally frowning).

Robin continued. "Heck, man, if I were you, I'd even take 'Sir Smashalot' or something like that…'The Thing' is just so…so…unsophisticated...and…and so demeaning...

The Thing was thinking hard. "You know, you have a point there…"

"I mean, 'The Thing' is too versatile a name for you. Have you ever been near the Human Torch while he said 'I need the thing' when he was really referring to a pen? You might as well be called 'The Object' or 'The Noun.'"

Suddenly, The Thing burst into tears.

"Why are you crying?" stammered Robin, panicking. "What did I say?"

"Robin?" said a female voice. "Robin! Robin, wake up!"

"Wha…?" Robin woke up; he had fallen asleep on the couch. Raven was standing over him.

"You had that dream again, didn't you?" she said. "Where you made The Thing cry?"

"No," said Robin, turning red and mentally slapping himself. "That was just a phase, I got over it a long time ago."

"Good, because we don't need you suing the comic book company again-"

"Look, I told you, I'm over that phase! They could call him 'The Giant Turdman" for all I care!"

Note: OK, sorry, I have to end it there…

Again, I apologize for the late chapter and sorry it's so short. BUT I LOVE YOU ALL!