You got your light?

the demon who possesses your soul.

Do you have to tell your old woman everything? Tell her your uncle died.

Your story's gotten bigger now, kid.

Throw your opponents out of the ring

and fix the crack in your gem.

- Please! - Oh, your thumbs. The hood. OK.

Well, your friends, Tony, Mooch and Al.

"Get your women, your sons, from the workers' city! Let no one stay behind! Death to the machines—!!!"

hand over all the money in your register?

deep below the lowest level of your Metropolis…"

and shine your big light into the market?

Those kids? Well, there's your answer right there!

Good. Keep your ear to that phone, Ritchie.

The more you use your powers, the more the crack will widen.

Oh, so you are the Starfire of your Earth.

Goofy Titans, is that the Trigon of your Earth?

Your marvelous city, father— and you the city's brain—

"Apply to the G-Bank for your remaining wages—"

Over there, in the doorway of your dad's store.