Short thing every day.

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Robin ran into the room.

"Cyborg! Dude! You've gotta help me!" he said, out of breath and leaning on his knees.

"What's wrong?" his trusty titanium teen teammate asked.

"I think I have.. TEEN PREGNANCY!" Robin said morosely.

The audience gasped loudly as the dramatic scene unfolded.

"Don't worry. I can help," Cyborg nodded.

"How?"

"Falcon--" the robotic teen started.

Cyborg pulled back his arm and waved his fist in a small circle, hurling it forward into Robin's stomach with a brutal amount of force.

"PUUUUNNNCH!" he cried as he slammed his fist into his scrawny friends abdomen.

Robin ragdollized on his friend's fist, and then fell to the ground, coughing up blood.

He struggled to his hands and knees and grinned, his teeth red with blood.

"Problem solved!" Cyborg cheerfully exclaimed.

"YAAAY!"

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:D