boothby: good idea. keep him waiting. let him sweat it out. announcer: in this corner, representing the alpha quadrant, earth and humanity the challenger, chakotay! ( cheering ) everybody loves an underdog. announcer: in this corner champion of the delta quadrant kid chaos! ( cheering ) looks like he's got a lot of upper-body strength-- a real puncher. just keep your elbow low when you throw the right and don't come in too straight; you'll be okay. what's the scouting report? we don't know this guy. self. that's all you've got to remember and don't raise the elbow. computer: begin round one. boothby, where are you? still here, son. i'm not going anywhere. you... are... far from where... you call home. you... are... lost. do you understand? ( grunts ): yes. we are far from home. we are lost. our... home... is here. ( grunting ) our... home... is here... ( grunting ) ...in chaotic space? ur head! i understand! we are too... alien... for you. we are too... strange... for you. maybe we're the ones who are too alien... too strange. if... you... sta

and boothby was there. he used to train me when i was a cadet. keep going. what round was it? three. round three. i was avoiding my opponent. stay away from the ropes, son. computer: end round three. that wasast so bad. it was terrible. am i missing something? he barely landed a glove on me. mm-hmm. give him time. you're not reading him. you think he's slow and stupid. i know better. in fact, i know his kind in my bones. literally. i can count the fractures, if you'd like. he's not landing any punches. blbl. you're not letting him. have i got this sport all wrong? than dishing them out. you shouldn't be dancing away from this fella. let him punch himself out a little. it all comes down to the heart. do you have the heart for this? that's the contest-- it's not against him. . that's the real fight.