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"I think movies and games are enough," you say. "We'll just watch something really good."

"Like what?" he asks.

"I'm not sure. Maybe some James Bond."

"I guess that's okay," he shrugs. "Though can it be one of the newer ones?"

"Yes, we can watch the Daniel Craig Bonds," you say. "We can start with Casino Royale, and move on through to Spectre."

"The order is put in," Raven says, "they should be here in about 20 minutes."

"Okay," you say. "We'll wait for our food to arrive, and then our movie marathon will begin. How much ws it?"

"$49, but that's rounding up."

You give Raven $50 in $10 bills.

"For when they arrive. Actually, here."

You give her another $5.

"The six extra dollars will be the tip."

Everyone continues about their day, but then gather back in Ops just as the time comes. The door bell rings, and Raven goes downstairs in the lift. After a few minutes, she comes back with a couple good sized brown paper bags.

"Dinner is served," she smiles as she walks over.

You help her with the bags and taking out the contents, which are Styrofoam cartons. Luckily they're labeled so you can read what is in each.

"Vegetable stir-fry for Beast Boy, naturally," you say as you hand that over. "One of these chicken stir-fry is for me, who ordered the other?"

"I did," Raven says with another smile. "The shrimp stir-fry is for Robin, the beef is for Cyborg, and the extra large pork stir-fry is for Starfire."

Starfire takes the biggest of the Styrofoam cartons and smiles as she floats over to the couch. Robin joins her, and then so does everyone else. You pick up the remote and go to the On Demand function. You work to type in "Casino Royale", but nothing happens.

"Are the remote's batteries dying?" you ask as you shake it.

"Shouldn't be, we just replaced them," Cyborg says. "Maybe there's something in the way of the receiver."

"Guess again, Titans!" a familiarly creaky voice says.

The television image flickers, and the chubby, pasty, prematurely-balding, neckbeard-growing face that goes with it appears.

"Control Freak!?" everyone says, both annoyed and surprised.

"How did you get out of prison already?" Robin asks. "You shouldn't be allowed to have anything you could use to recreate your remote."

"Fairly easy, really," he says. "I stashed a spare in a brick in one of the cells. It wasn't the cell I got put in this time, but I took advantage of a prison riot to get to that cell and then to a TV."

Everyone groans.

"But anyway," Control Freak continues. "Looks like you were about to have a little party, complete with dinner and a movie. I think I'll take a cue from my old man and finally move to the silver screen with this one!"

"Huh?!" everyone says, while Control Freak presses a button on his remote!

There's a flash and a feeling of being drawn towards something, and then you find yourself in some strange dimension.

"Where are we?" you ask as you look around at the dimly lit space.

"This is Control Freak's TV Dimension," Robin explains.

"He can make anything and everything relating to television come to life," Cyborg says, "and even edit them so that you could be facing sci-fi monsters in the Wild West, or be stuck in a swamp with some sitcom cast."

"But I out-geeked him once, so I can out-geek him again!" Beast Boy grins.
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