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Looks like we found out why communication relays...
from this space station have stopped.
Everything has been destroyed.
I knew it. We've got a malfunctioning bifurcating dilator.
Yeah. That was my first guess.
- Can you fix it? - No problem.
I gotta cross the conjoining wires with the transistor couplers...
connect the oscillator to the main data port and we're good to go.
Can't he ever just speak English?
She's purring like a kitten. Let's go.
Why would somebody trash the communication station?
Not somebody.
Something.
Aah!
Aah!
Aah!
What was that thing?
Titans, go.
We gotta stop it before it screams again.
Starfire, watch out.
Good job.
- Sweet. - Nice.
Great work, Starfire.
I could not have done it without your assistance.
Uh, nice arm.
I, too, admire your abundant limb strength.
Let's go.
Unless you wanna stay here goofing around with your girlfriend.
Okay.
She's not my girlfriend.
I am not your friend?
Uh...
I am not a girl?
Maybe this isn't the best time.
If I am not your girlfriend, then what am I?
She's gonna blow.
Titans, run.
Robin.
Get out of here.
- Robin, may I... - Give me space.
Brace yourselves.
Is everyone okay?
Unh. Define "okay."
This thing just won't take a hint.
I think we can shake it. Don't separate.
I repeat, don't separate. I repeat...
don't separate. I repeat, don't separate.
As you wish.
No!
Titans, come in. Are you all right? Titans?
Cyborg?
Beast Boy?
Raven?
Starfire?
Ew.
Aah. Unh.
Huh?
Cyborg? Dude, am I glad to see...
Aah!
Cyborg, what happened to you?
I'm gonna miss you, buddy.
I know I never told you this but you were my best friend.
- Yo, Beast Boy. - Ah!
I'm over here.
You're just a head.
I'm all right.
Just some assembly required.
Now get a grip on your green butt and dig me out.
Okay. You have me outnumbered.
But I have you outsized. Weird.
Weird.
Starfire.
Starfire.
What did you do to Starfire?
Starfire.
You're all right.
Greetings to you, fellow Titan, Robin.
To see you unharmed is satisfying.
Starfire?
We should make with the haste to find the others.
What's wrong with you?
Hmph.
- Over there. Ow! - Unh.
Oh, man. You gotta find my hands.
- Sweet. - You found them?
Nope. But I found this cool round thingamajig.
It's not a thingamajig.
It's a thermal coupler required for sonic stabilization.
And it's not round. It's octagonal.
Looks like a shiny donut.
Hey, you think there's a donut shop on this planet?
Focus.
If you can't find my hands...
you're gonna have to be my hands and help me rebuild.
No problemo. I once put together a bicycle.
Ten-speed.
Oh! Unh!
Ooh!
Aah! Wait. I haven't explained. Ooh! Ow!
Stop. That doesn't go there. Stop. What are you doing?
Ta-da!
- Um, did I get it right? Uh... - Does this look right to you?
What is the matter with you? Do you even have opposable thumbs?
Most of the time.
Okay. I'll make this simple.
Let's start by attaching the thermal coupler to the volt relay meter.
Uh, can you make it more simpler?
I have to go find my friends.
Friends.
- Heh. Cute. Shoo. - Shoo.
Unh. Hey. Stop that.
Stop that.
I'm not joking.
Joking.
I tried to be nice.
Azarath, Metrion... Unh!
Don't. Go away.
Don't go away.
Don't go away.
Don't go away.
Starfire, wait up.
Star, why do you keep running away from me?
I am giving you the space. Is that not what you require?
You're still thinking about that?
Starfire, we're stranded on a hostile alien planet.
I know. Did you hope the perilous space-station explosion...
followed by our crash...
then combat with the horrible slug creature would make me forget?
- Uh, yes? - Hmph.
Perhaps we would have more success...
if you searched the left half of the planet...
and I searched the right.
I don't wanna split up.
Look, will you please just stop and talk to me?
So you are now prepared to explain why I am neither a girl nor your friend?
- Uh, well. - It appears the Grishnik got your tongue.
Should've let that slug eat me when I had the chance.
One fully-assembled Cyborg.
Well, almost.
Let's try to get the T-Ship flying. First interlock the two pods.
Roll them back together.
Now carefully take out the configuration disk.
You mean the thing that looks like a pizza with eyeballs?
Why can't you just call it a configuration disk?
Why can't you just call it an eyeball-pizza thingy?
I hope we find the others soon.
No talking. The ground is very unstable here.
Look, Starfire, I... Aah!
Thanks.
Starfire, look...
it's not that I don't like you. It's that...
It is that you do not like me as a friend who is a girl.
I don't think you understand.
On our planet, girlfriend means...
A female with whom you have a pleasant and special association.
Including the sharing of enjoyable recreation...
and occasionally, the buying of bountiful floral arrangements.
Okay. Maybe you do understand.
What?
- Robin. - Starfire.
Starfire, fly.
- I cannot. - What?
Whoa. Careful. You'll strip the gears.
I'm bad.
Look, this isn't rocket science.
Okay, so it is rocket science. But it's not that hard.
Look, it would be a lot easier if you'd stop yelling at me in techno-lingo.
Just ease up on the cylinder bypass and give a little gas to the turbo. Ah!
Engage the thruster mechanism.
Uh, um, uh...
Pull the red candy-cane "thinga-ma-hoosit" now!
Starfire.
What happened back there? Why couldn't you fly?
Tamaranian powers are inclined by our emotions.
So the way you feel affects your ability to fly.
And right now I feel unfamiliar confusion.
But we've faced danger before without your powers failing.
It is not danger that confuses me, Robin. It is you.
I do not understand us.
Ever since Cyborg said "the girlfriend," things are different between us.
It's just a misunderstanding. Everything's okay.
Everything is not okay.
We are not okay. I fear we will never be okay again.
And you will not tell me how you feel.
Uh...
I'm not very good at that.
Do Earth boys come with some kind of manual, then?
That would make things easier.
How am I to know what you think about me?
Starfire.
I think it's, uh, awesome the way you shoot star-bolts.
Yes. And?
It's also cool that you're brave and the strongest girl ever.
And you do not mind having a friend who is a girl?
Mind it? Actually, I kind of...
Let's fly.
But...
As long as we're together, we'll be okay.
Robin.
Ahem.
Friends, it is glorious to see you.
Are we gonna be able to fly home in that?
Just missing a few pieces, like me.
Somebody's waving at us.
And it's you.
Well, all right.
You guys seen Raven?
I hope she is not suffering the atrocities so abundant on this planet.
Hmm... A little to the left.
Left.
Hmm...
Hmm...
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