You people might as well be talking to Lassie or those giant pink seahorses you're humping. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I hump fish. Hell, I've humped a tuna sandwich. Sweet Christmas, this fish honky couldn't sell me a pie if I was a starvin' ribby big-headed desert kid with flies on my eyes getting covered in sauce by Sally Strothers.
Doom prays for death.
Doom knows fully well that he will one day control the universe and posess power even beyond his incomparable imagination. Even so, Doom feels the only way to purge such intolerable filth as this pie adventure from his fantastic mind is death. Sweet embracing death where no such Aquaman advertisements can be found.