“The fact is, Beast Boy, this place a pigsty,” Robin said with his voice of authority, gesturing around at the Titans Tower. The trash was half a metre high.
“So? How is that my fault?” Beast Boy objected.
“Because yesterday you were an actual pig!” Cyborg retorted. “And I’m sick of clearing out your feeding trough.”
“Or picking up your banana peels,” Robin added.
“Oh! Don’t forget all the fur you shed,” Starfire chirped up happily.
“Not to mention the snake skins…”
“But it feels sooo good peeling them off," sulked Beast Boy.
Raven dull monotone interjected. “Are we not mentioning the time you decided to start flinging your faeca-?"
“Okay, fine! I admit it, I’m an animal,” blurted Beast Boy. “But what do you expect me to do about it?”
There was a wicked glint behind Robin's mask. He thrust a feather duster into Beast Boy's hands. “You can start by cleaning our rooms."