I'm Power Man, he's Mr. Fish, and that's Dr. Doom. Our names are products of fetal alcohol syndrome and sleep depravation, sucka. The police report on him is going to look like a porno script. We apprehended Man Mountain on the corner of 69th and Love. He resisted arrest, but after we got the cuffs on him, he entered our vaginas and made them howl with passion.
Doom fears little.
He has faced off against cosmic universes made flesh and infinitely ancient dieties using only a suit pieced together from pots and pans. But Doom is not about to make a cupcake the backbone of his side of an argument with his girlfriend.