Rod: May I remind you that you aren’t exactly a hairy being yourself.
Barry: But you don’t have what the Doctor had
Rod: Manhattan wasn’t a hairy earth ape either.
Barry: You’re ignoring me.
Rod: Which isn’t hard to do
Barry: Ignore me all you want, you are missing a certain thing that made the chicks go wild
Rod: No I don’t. I’m a perfect specimen of our race
Barry: Only if perfection is the label on the rejects bin.
Rod: Nice! Do you write your own material?
Barry: Rod, please listen to me. There is one key thing that Dr. Manhatten had that women wanted.
Rod: And that was?
Barry: His muscles! The guy was RIPPED!
Rod: And what do you think I am, a 14 pound weakling?
Barry: More like 20 pounds.
Rod: I’ll show you who has muscles! <Tries to move arms but fails> Ah, I can’t move.
Barry: What do you mean?
Rod: My arms are stuck to my body.
Barry: What did you use to dye yourself?
Rod: Well, there was no body dye available for our type of skin so….
Barry: So……?
Rod: I used outdoor latex paint.
Barry: Well, I have good news and bad news.
Rod: Okay, good news first.
Barry: Okay. I can fix your problem
Rod: What’s the bad news?
Barry: I’ve got to peel all that paint off you and it’s going to really hurt.
<Supreme Overlord reaches for popcorn and drink from samples Rod and Barry have sent her while watching this on her monitor.>
Supreme Overlord: This is gonna be good!