Was there ever a fly?
Yeah, there was fly - and it was big, mean, and probably carrying Swine Flu! Barry stood up, grabbed one of the 6 or 7 teleprompters laying around and started swinging like a MLB All-Star on the juice.
The fly fell to the ground, Barry got on top of the fly, pulled it’s little cheeks back, stared him in the eye, and yelled “I’m the Alpha Male! I’m the Alpha! You catch what I’m throwin’? I’m Da Man, el Presidente! Screw with me and you’ll be missing like a long form birth certificate.”
At this, the fly died of a heart attack. It’s true.