Stranger: My eyes go into a squint. "So just because I am a hedgehog means I can't fap to Supergirl's look? is that what you are saying? Your a spiciest, aren't you? Your racist to my people, aren't you?"
Stranger: "Somebody shoot him in the balls, please."
You: He looks mighty anxious. "No that's not what I---" The secretary of Saudia Arabia stands up and shoots him square in the balls. He goes down with a huge grunt, squirming in pain, clutching his bloody groin.
Stranger: "There, now that that is over. Secretary of England, do you have a way to contact Mr. Powers?
You: "Yes!" He says with a smile, takes up his phone and dials a number. "Yes, Mr Powers. We need your assistance to catch Dr. Evil. I don't know, Mr Hedgehog demands it. I--- Bu--- Wai--- Here." he hands you the phone.
Stranger: "Yes, Mr. Powers? Yes, that is correct. Uh huh. Uh huh. Yes, I understand that. Yes. Well, we need his help in finding a way to kill Superman. Yes. That is correct. Pay? Well, I happen to know Supergirl will do anything to help, as she is sick of his showboating. And I mean ANYTHING. Trust me, I tested it last night. That is correct. As a matter of fact, she is. Yes. Yes. Good. Splendid. Half an hour? Yes, we shall see you soon. Did you want to ta-? No, okay then. Okay. Okay, see you then. Okay. Bye." I hang up the phone, handing it back to its owner. "He shall be here in a half hour."
Stranger: "Oh, and secretary of Saudi Arabia? You shall be given a medal for your quick and decisive actions."
You: The secretary of Saudi Arabia takes a bow at the hedgehog incarnated Allah.