"Wally, what are you-?"
"Just sit on the couch and listen!"
"To who?"
"The bunnies!"
"…what?"
"Walking around town, do you hear people stealing your catchphrases? Quoting your words, without giving credit? No more! Because now, you can get your very own… COPYRIGHT BUNNIES!" Fireworks exploded in the background, as the two bunnies waved their spirit fingers…paws.
"A-Actually, it's kind of flattering when people quote me-" Robin began to protest, before being shushed by Wally.
"Shh! You haven't heard the whole pitch!" he all but shouted.
"But we don't even know them – how did they even get in here?!"
"Shut up and listen!"
"Okay! Okay!"
"Ahem…" the advertising bunny interrupted, wanting to get back to his sales pitch. "As I was saying, with your very own Copyright Bunnies, you get your very own team of specially trained bunnies sent out, listening for your catchphrases! Should somebody use yours, without written consent, the bunnies will pounce! They'll never know what hit them!"
"…Because nobody would expect a talking bunny to attack them!" Robin muttered.
"Shh!"
"As an added bonus, this protection plan also can let you reserve future quotes you'd like to use as well! Now you never have to worry about accidentally quoting someone ever again!"
"I never worry about that…"
"Robin, shut up!"
"You get all this and more, for the low price of ten thousand dollars!"
"Low price of- are you kidding me? And why do bunnies need money anyway?" The lead bunny growled in annoyance.
"You know what? Pack it up boys! Let's get out of here! Someone obviously isn't feeling the aster!"
"Wha-? You stole that from me!" Robin exclaimed, jaw dropped in disbelief, "Aren't you supposed to be preventing things like that from happening?"
"You're not insured!" The bunnies left the cave in a puff of smoke, noses upturned.
There was a brief silence, until "… I officially hate bunnies." Superboy nodded his approval as he walked by – after all, bunnies were just as bad as monkeys.