Mr. Freeze: [o.s.] Stuart Bloom!
[There’s a loud rumbling as the garage door turns icy cold before it shatters to reveal Mr. Freeze on the driveway.]
Mr. Freeze: Prepare to die. Again.
[Kripke, Denise, Bert, and Stuart quickly grab hold of the Cosmic Treadmill.]
Kripke: Ándawe, Flash. Ándawe.
[The group disappears with The Flash and his Cosmic Treadmill.]
Mr. Freeze: “Oh, fuck me!”
[Mr. Freeze yelps and groans as he slips on a patch of his own ice on the driveway.]