The Flash: Wow. Someone sure did a number on this place.
Ultra-Humanite: Actually, I hadn't even started... Do you believe the horrendous amount of public funding spent on this so-called art? It's garbage! An affront to any decent human asthetic!
The Flash: Okay, I'll just take you back to prison, where you won't have to look at the ugly old sculptures anymore.
Ultra-Humanite: You'll be happy to know, Flash, that your words jejune though they were, did not fall on deaf ears. I appreciate the sentiment behind them and therefore call a truce in honor of the season.
The Flash: Seriously?
Ultra-Humanite: You'll have the toy to give to your young friends. I'm improving it, too.
The Flash: [Being a bit suspicious] It's not gonna blow up or anything?
Ultra-Humanite: Flash. It IS Christmas.
The Flash: Ok, but why did you hit me?
Ultra-Humanite: You hit me first. Hand me that screwdriver, will you?
The Flash: Hey, kids, Santa Flash is back! [all the children cheer] Along with my special helper, Freaky The Snowman! [all the children grow silent]
Ultra-Humanite: Just give them the toy and take me to jail.
The Flash: Are you sure it won't, y'know [makes an exploding noise]
Ultra-Humanite: Oh, for heaven's sake!
DJ Rubba' Ducky: [In Ultra-Humanite's voice] Hello, children, come close and I'll tell you a story.
Child 1: Is that DJ Rubba' Ducky?
Child 2: He sounds weird.
DJ Rubba' Ducky: [In Ultra-Humanite's voice] Little Clara had just received a beautifull toy nutcracker from her godfather, the mysterious hërr drosselmeyer.
Ultra-Humanite: Well? An improvement, wouldn't you say?
The Flash: I kinda liked it when he made the poopey noise...