"-- that I'd assume they're some kind of unholy horror from realms of existence man dare not imagine?" Rich finishes. "Yeah, I'm gonna assume that. That's just how this day has been going."

They start to see them, little creepy etched figures moving towards them with jarring movements. They're not even close to being solid and alive. The only solid thing about them is the very real and solid blood that's spattered on them.

"Oranges and lemons" say the bells of St. Clement's
"You owe me five farthings" say the bells of St. Martin's

"Creepy nursery rhymes? Seriously?" Rich blasts at them but it does nothing. "Physical attacks don't seem to be cutting it"

When will you pay me?" say the bells of Old Bailey
"When I grow rich" say the bells of Shoreditch
"When will that be?" say the bells of Stepney
"I do not know" say the great bells of Bow

They start creeping closer and closer, their movements almost playful. Rich blasts one of the pillar-like constructs of Apokolips so it falls on one of them, but the little sketchy creature just pulls itself out from under it.

"Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head,
Chip chop chip chop - the last man's dead."

"Oh come on."

Way over the top.