Before Weller can even get a second thought in, here's another bizarre creature... a walking shoe? That's a hell of a shift to wrap one's head around, even fore a speedster.

No, no. He can't tolerate this. When he's certain the creature and the woman "controlling" it aren't looking, he calls on his speed and ducks behind a nearby car. There, Weller pulls something out of his coat: a ski match with which to conceal his face.

That done, he runs into view, in front of the woman, her monster, and the now screeching and terrified dinosaurs, using his speed to modulate his voice.

"What are you doing? What the hell is going on out here?!"