The Flash decided to contact Green Lantern. He'd want to know what his old enemy was up to.
He quickly pressed his communicator and hoped that Hal Jordan was close.
Hillary Jordan giggled as she saw her phone ringing.
"Someone wants to talk to me," she said, glancing at Karl Ferris. "What should I do, daddy?"
"Answer it, of course," he said. "It's rude to keep people waiting."
"Okay," said the bimbo as she picked up the phone and spoke into it. "Hello? Flash? That's a funny name! Why do you have a name like that?"
Karl watched Hilary's perfectly round boobs jiggle beneath the translucent pink lace of her nightie, while she nattered into her pink cell. "So, like, who's Hal?" the bimbo asked, pouting pink lips prettily in confusion. Karl began roughly handling her boobs,
and the girl began to moan into the phone. "Ohhhhh Daddy!"
And the the line went dead. The Flash was on his own. He looked up to where Mr. M. and Sinestro had been, and was shocked to see that the red skinned alien had changed. He-no- she was now a dominant looking woman in a leather body suit and Mr. M was no where
to be seen.
Then, behind him, Barry heard the imp chuckle.
"Well, Flashy baby, let's see how flashy we can make you!"