Bah!

[thehefner]

Being the magnificent leader of the great sovereign nation of Latveria, Doom does not partake in your puny festivities! Celebrate now, worms! Celebrate while you still can, for soon you shall all be kneeling before the steel jockstrap of DOOM!

Doom is so lonely. If only Doom had been loved as a little Doomling he wouldn't want to subjugate the world. Doom needs a hug.

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[rosinslady.livejournal.com]

::Hugs Doom. Shifts slightly so as to avoid feel of metal jockstrap. Thinks perhaps Doom may wish to someday wash steel jockstrap of DOOM, and on that day Doom will have more friends.::

[rosinslady.livejournal.com]

::Also wonders, somewhat unwillingly, about the chafing quality of steel jockstrap, and thinks that maybe all of Doom's grumpiness doesn't link back to his Doomling days::

[thehefner.livejournal.com]

Ah! Though your mind is clearly inferior to the brilliance of Doctor Doom, there is wisdom to your words, mere peasant girl. Come! Doom commands you to be his Queen, and together, we shall crush our enemies, especially a certain stretching insect of a man with stupid white temples who thinks he's all dat but he ain't.

Today, you will be but Queen of Latveria, but tomorrow, if all goes according to plan and the ebay shipments arrive according to schedule, the world shall be ours! Well, mine. Doom gives you dibs on any country. Any at all. But not Latveria. That's Doom Country, baby!

[surrealname.livejournal.com]

Doom's offers of super villainy marital happiness are far loftier than mine, How ever i can offer you two laughing hyenas.

eh, eh?

get to dress up like a clown, help me kill batman, eh? come on, it'll be fun.

[rosinslady.livejournal.com]

::Remains silent, but turns ponderings to the possibilities inherent in polygamy, including bedroom fun with two hyenas and Swiss chocolate and cheese, both from the country of dibs. Assuming there are, of course, occasional excursions to the land of Doom-lovin'.::

with the proper icon this time

[surrealname.livejournal.com]

*in the manner of a used car salesman*

creepy clown sex.....

eh?
eh?

[surrealname.livejournal.com]

you know, atleast until i kill you too that is...

[surrealname.livejournal.com]

could be worse. Just imagine hugging the Thing. He's made out of giant orange rocks.

[surrealname.livejournal.com]

*kinda just ya know, pats doom on the shoulder*

I uh, i aint to good with this emotional stuff. Wanna go to a titty bar instead? My treat.

[pondering-duck.livejournal.com]

wow, Dr. Doom, so this whole time you have been my nemisis John Hefner!

John, don't worry you aren't my mortal enemy but if i had a mortal enemy you would be a great one.