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Azarath Metrion Zinthos!

Just a... little more.

Come on, Cyborg, push.

What's it...

...look like I'm doing?

Punch it, Cy. Straight through the roof.

Yes. Inform that large mass of metal who is the boss.

Uh, go, Cyborg.

- All right, Cyborg. Come on. - You got it!

It's no good. Shut it down.

No way, Cyborg.

I won't let you quit. Come on. Push.

- I can't! - Yes, you can.

No, I can't!

I give you a nine for the dive but a two for the landing.

Nobody asked you.

Cyborg, what happened back there?

Get off my back.

I'm on your side, remember?

I was just trying to get you to kick it up a notch.

I don't have another notch! I'm not like you, okay?

When I say I can't, I can't!

When I was an athlete, when I was human,

I loved pushing my limits.

Getting stronger, faster, better.

Just by trying harder than I ever had before.

My coaches would always tell me to give 110 percent.

- And I always did. - You still can.

My muscles are mechanical now. Limits are built in.

No matter how hard I try, 100 percent is all I've got.

- I didn't know. - Well, now you do.

Whoa, and I thought Raven looked grumpy.

Our friend is more dismal than the swamp moons of Mulwark.

Measures must be taken.

To replenish your heart with warmness and cheer,

I offer a traditional Tamaranean folk song.

Starfire, cut it out!

Okay, dude, keep your eye on the cookie.

Ta-da!

You're supposed to laugh.

What do I have to do, make it fly out of my...

Let me try.

Uh...

I don't wanna talk about it.

I tried.

Tamaranean folk songs are even more cheerful

when accompanied by the Gorka pipes.

Uh, Starfire, maybe he just needs some time alone.

Come on, guys.

Oh, you picked the wrong day to come online

and mess with Cyborg!

At least I can still push myself in Cyberspace.

Booyah!

I don't know who you are or where you're from,

but Atlas, I just kicked your virtual butt. Hey!

♪ Go Cyborg go Cy ♪

No one defeats Atlas. I demand a rematch.

Anytime, anywhere.

How about here and now?

What?

Atlas is ready. Let the rematch begin.

You do not want to start with me, man,

especially not over a stupid video game.

Atlas never loses.

First time for everything.

Cyborg?

Looks like he went out for some air.

Titans, go!

Sorry, folks. Can't let you interrupt the master.

This match is one-on...

Goodbye, loser.

Hope you came looking for a fight,

'cause you definitely found one.

Humans provide no challenge.

Mechanic, refit!

Looking sharp out there, Atlas. Keep up the good...

No challenge at all.

But you will make amusing trophies.

Let 'em go.

Hold. Atlas will defeat you,

but later, in a fair fight.

No weapons, no friends.

No! We finish this now.

As you wish.

Cyborg, we'll be all right.

Get your strength back, then get Atlas.

The old stadium, sunset.

Come, if you dare,

and I will let you have your friends back.

You can't hold us here forever!

Now, don't be a sore loser.

Atlas is just better than you, better than all of us.

Your Atlas is nothing but a zalwort tuvek-plixing zardmarker!

Yeah, what she said.

You watch your tone. Atlas is the greatest.

He deserves your respect.

So do we get bathroom breaks?

Mechanic...

buff me.

You got it, champ.

Now, remember, that Cyborg's got a decent left hook,

so keep an eye out for--

Never tell me what to do.

Yeah, uh, sure thing, chief.

Yo, Goldilocks!

Let's do this.

I did not think you would come. Humans scare so easily.

I'm only half human.

And half of nothing is still nothing.

Mechanic!

I want a fair fight, human,

so I shall willingly forego my arsenal.

Say, tool boy, while you're at it

why don't you shut off his big, fat mouth?

Nobody talks that way to...

You respect Atlas. Does he respect you?

Quiet, human.

- Yeah! - Kick the butt.

Go, Atlas! Take him down.

It seems you have reached your limit,

but Atlas has power to spare.

Atlas!

No one defeats Atlas.

Fine. You win.

Now let my friends go.

No.

But, boss, you said...

Your friends will remain as my trophies,

and there is nothing you can do about it.

Cyborg.

- Please. - Get up, Cyborg.

Get up and fight. You can still beat him.

No, I can't.

Fool. Did you actually believe you could defeat Atlas?

I am all robot, and you are only human.

Victory! Atlas wins again.

Derek Wyatt of East Gotham City, I dominate you.

Give it a rest. You're starting to repeat yourself.

But we must discover a way out.

Ow. Ow. Ow.

There is no way out. Now, be quiet, humans.

Master's trying to relax.

I am not human.

But you are.

You should be on our side.

I'm on the winning side.

Atlas is the greatest. No one can defeat him. No one.

If Atlas is so great, why does he treat you like a loser?

Mechanic, oil!

Coming right up, boss.

How could I?

They were counting on me and...

...I just couldn't do it.

Atlas was right. I am a loser.

So that's it, man? You're just gonna give up?

What else can I do?

I gave everything I had, 100 percent.

Give more.

Your friends are in trouble.

You have to go back. You have to win.

I can't win. Atlas is stronger.

Atlas is faster. He's just a better robot.

But you aren't all robot.

Half of you is human,

and that's the half that can beat him.

Time to take it up a notch.

Mechanic, more oil.

This is cold, human. Bring me warm oil.

Get it yourself.

What was that?

No human tells Atlas what to do.

You sure about that?

I'm human, and I'm telling you to let my friends go.

- Cyborg! - Yes!

He doesn't respect you. He doesn't even like you.

Why do you serve him?

I have no choice. Atlas is stronger than me.

No, he isn't.

Atlas needs you.

You're the one who fixes him. You're his strength.

Without you, he's nothing, and he knows it.

That's why he pushes you around. Atlas is afraid of you.

Still got power to spare?

Plenty.

Mechanic, concussion blaster, heat cannon, now.

- No. - Then stay out of my way!

Let's see how far you get without my help.

No!

Titans, go!

You wanted a fair fight. That's what you're going to get.

Five against one? This is a fair fight?

Oh, we're not fighting.

Think of us as referees.

It's just you and me.

- Come on, Cyborg! - Get him, Cyborg! Get him!

- You better beat him up! - You can do it, Cyborg!

Yeah, Cyborg! Take him down!

What's the matter? Running out of steam?

Push, Cyborg. You can do it!

You have reached your limit.

You cannot win.

Yes, I can!

Yeah! Cyborg! All right!

- Yeah! Nice! - Woo-hoo-hoo!

No more. I am defeated.

You are a better robot.

No. I'm a better person.

Mechanic, refit.

Aw, do it yourself.

And the winner by technological knockout,

the mechanical maniac, the bionic bruiser,

the one, the only Cyborg!

I shall express my gratitude with a Tamaranean folk song.

Way to go, champ.

Guess we better get you a new one of those.

Don't need it anymore.

My body may have its limitations,

but if I put my mind to it,

there's no limit to what I can do.

After all, I'm only human.