[color=39b54a]"B-B-B-"[/color]

Marcus visibly shook. His brow folded downwards in such a position that seemed physically impossible as the Green Lantern was filled with such livid anger that he started to flail his arms in a show of absolute shock.

[color=39b54a]"BORING?!"[/color] He shouted in a fit of rage. [color=39b54a]"Do you have any idea what you're going on about? Sports are the life blood of humanity! The entertainment that connects us all as people! It's the one thing that all people of every language, religion and color can connect with! Ever heard of this little thing called the Olympics? The World Cup? Massive events in history that every man, woman and child across all seven continents sit down to watch and cheer for their local athletes as they battle it out in a contest of strength, skill, speed and teamwork?! What is more pure in the world than kicking a football around at a family gathering? Tossing the baseball with your son for the first time? Do you know how many millions- No, billions of people who you just slapped in the face with your utter slander of the greatest thing since sliced bread?"[/color]

With his speech over, Marcus stepped off his soap box and sat back on the couch with the rest of the Titans. The Russian boy took a deep breath before he could go back to enjoying the game. The Metropolis Metros were facing off against their bitter rivals, the Gotham City Wildcats. Gotham City had scored the first touchdown, and the Metros were on the back foot. But the City of Tomorrow always had a plan up their sleeve as they psyched out Gotham's defensive line and ran the ball. [color=39b54a]"Get him!"[/color] Atlas shouted in frustration as the Metros quarterback sprinted towards the in-zone. [color=39b54a]"NOOOOOO! Ah, come on! Really?! Nobody could tackle that guy? [i]I[/i] could have tagged him!"[/color]

[color=39b54a]"Hate the Metros."[/color] He mumbled, sitting back into the couch further. [color=39b54a]"Oh, Julian. That reminds me,"[/color] Marcus began. [color=39b54a]"I broke the training bot again. Can you fix it for me? Thanks, Brainy."[/color] As Marcus turned to look back at the television set he noticed that most of the Titans had gathered around the couch now. A smug look crossed his face. [color=39b54a][i]Heh, I knew my Braveheart speech would sway them.[/i][/color] Atlas thought. Marcus settled in and continued to watch the game in relative silence, with only an outburst here and there. He mostly ignored all the talk of the Illuminati, finding the fact that some of his teammates actually believed they were a real threat to be preposterous. The Illuminati were nothing more than a story, created by the actual threats to throw off the common man's scent. Funny how Q could be so close to the truth and still come off as a total loon.