“‘Sit’? ‘Stand’?” Luthor scoffed. “What’s next, ‘stay’ and ‘fetch’? I asked for a battle robot to take on the metahumans, not a pet beagle.” He turned to the burly bodyguard. “Murphy, see what this thing is capable of.”
Grinning, Murphy curled his hands into enormous fists and stomped toward the robot.
“Um, there’s a lot of expensive equipment in this room,” Moore pointed out nervously. “We have an empty chamber with reinforced walls for testing—”
BAM! Murphy punched the robot’s head, giving it everything he had. The head barely moved. Trying to hide the excruciating pain in his hand, Murphy decided wrestling might work better than punching. He grabbed the robot’s arm with both hands and twisted, trying to yank the metal limb out of its socket.
Metallo responded by lifting Murphy over his head and throwing him across the room, sending him crashing into shelves of scientific instruments. SMASH!
Murphy groaned. The robot stood still.

Chapter 5