"Crap, Crap, Crap, Crap, Crap!" Wally exclaimed, barging into Roy's house, searching for the archer.
"What's wrong?" Roy asked, completely ignoring the fact that now there was a speedster-shaped hole in his front door.
"I sorta broke Dick's sunglasses and now I'm screwed!" Wally explained, holding out the designer shades, which wear destroyed.
"How the hell did you do that?" Roy asked, examining the pile of plastic.
"My paper shredder got stuck."
"And?"
"Ms. M's sewing machine got messed up."
"Is that all."
"WE'LL BE HERE ALL DAY IF I KEEP GOING, JUST HELP!"
"Alright fine, be back in an hour."
One hour later:
"YOU CALL THIS FIXED!" Wally yelled, eyeing the heavily duct taped sunglasses.
"BETTER QUESTION! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY SUNGLASSES! I HAD TO WEAR GOGGLES ALL DAY!" Dick came out of no where screaming.
"Um, well..." Wally began, but was cut in by Roy.
"Here, Dick, you can have my old pair, yours must have fell under my truck, sorry." Roy lied.
"Oh...okay, thanks." Dick said, putting on the sunglasses, then walking away.
Wally almost fell over.
"Thank you so much, man, I owe you one!"
"Never mind that, this is going on red-neck repairs!"