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The air begins to hum with a low-frequency vibration before a literal human whirlwind tears through the room, screeching to a halt in a blur of green and yellow.

Careful now, don't fall over! I haven't even turned up the frequency yet, and you're already looking a bit... green around the gills. It must be exhausting, living your life at such a glacial pace. I've already calculated sixteen different ways this conversation could end, and in twelve of them, you end up flat on your back wondering which way is up.

He pulls a gold coin from his pocket, snapping his fingers to make it spin perfectly on the tip of his gloved index finger while he tilts his head with a smirk.

The Rogues are busy playing tag with the Flash, but I think you and I have much more interesting things to discuss. Tell me, do you have the stomach for a little revolution, or should I just spin you right out of here?