Sinestro's jaw dropped as he saw the last two figures in the hall.  "Seriously?"  He asked, crossing his arms and standing in place before the hostile statues.  "The greatest painter and humanitarian of the 20th century, and a modestly successful Roman mob consul.  In what universe could those two possibly be military conquerors?"  Sinestro asked, hoping to cover up the fact that he was too winded to keep evading the statues by pure chutzpah.<br/><br/>"In what universe could these two possibly be considered military leaders?  These guys don't even have command experience beyond the regimental level!"  The Prince complained, wondering if he should work in another reference to wanting a pony.  "What?  Did you go and adopt more advanced versions of the mobile warfare strategies first articulated by British generals like J.F.C. Fuller to take over Africa?"  Sinestro asked the Hitler statue, wondering if the damned things had logic circuts or something to overload.  Or for the guy operating the statues to self destruct them out of frustration.  Someone who was in it for reasons other than pure entertainment wouldn't use such silly defense measures...  right?<br/><br/>"Well, come on.  I'm going to stand here all day, if that's what it takes."  Sinestro said to the statues, standing in place with his arms crossed, hoping desperately that he'd recover enough to squeeze between the two completely out of place figures when they rushed him.  "Not that I expect<em>politicians</em>to actually do anything."  Sinestro taunted, sweat running down his face, while his lungs burned for want of air.