[ barry laughs, and there's a slight echo to it, given his manipulation of his vocal cords. ]

I don't like donkeys. [ he shakes his head, and turns the piñata over in his hands. there's nothing wrong with it that he can see. it looks like a proper piñata, and if he shakes it, it seems like it's filled with something exciting. ] But you hang them up at parties and hit them with sticks. When you break the plaster, stuff falls out. Usually candy.

[ he gives the donkey a shake, and stops, abruptly, when it's evident with how the donkey becomes blurred that he's shaking it too fast. superspeed is a gift in itself, letting barry avoid public transport and allowing him to sleep in until the last possible moment, but it sure as hell puts a damper on things at times. ]

Maybe the Trickster wants to have a party? Or thinks one of us is an ass?