"Psssht." Scott waved a hand dismissively. "Yeah, I guess. It gets all grody, though. I mean, I guess it's okay, so long as you don't have an unnecessarily slow dipping mechanism. Again, trap door in the floor. Pow! Done. Right? Not this whole 'ohhhhh, I'll close the door and not watch their final demise, because I'm an idiot and this makes perfect sense to me and I'd rather think up overly elaborate easy-to-escape death scenes for my archnemesis instead of paying any attention to the flesh-and-blood fruit of my loins,' DAD!"

Scott cleared his throat and gave Barry a weak smile. "I'm sorry, where were we? I think we were talking about your plot to take over the world and how I can actually frigging be useful if you let me."