thehefner | Doctor Doom goes to Bennigans

Hark, serving wench! Doom demands a brownie bottom pie! No, Doom will have no pitiful "entree" first, damn it! Doom is the sovereign monarch of the glorious nation of Latveria, and Doom can eat just dessert if that is his desire! You would dare deny Doom? What? Let Doom tell you, wench, Doom will soon rule the entire world and Doom will be as alliterative as he damn well pleases! Now bring Doom some pie! Ah-ha, excellent. Soon the warm gooey goodness shall be DOOM'S. And this time, Doom has remembered to install a food serving slot into his mask! Doom is one step ahead of you this time, Richards! Ah-ha, yes! Here it be! Bring it forth! Now, Doom shall... what? What trickery is this?! NO CHERRY?! How can you have a whipped topping sundae style dessert and no cherry?! It's like conquering the world without crushing Richards, there's just no point!

Wench! Ho, serving wench! Doom demands that you return to... to... bah! She's gone. Doom could wait for her, but by the time she may return, the brownie will have cooled down too much. And we all know what Doom's not so good when it comes to waiting for things to cool down!* Wench! WENCH! Bah! Very well, Doom shall eat his sub-par brownie bottom pie, and when Doom leaves, he shall leave the waitress a tip she will not soon forget. Say hello to the dilophosaurus for me, wench! Mwa-ha-ha, MWA-HA-HA-owowowowow hot brownie hot brownie hot brownie! Owowowowowoweeeow! Ohh, the out-thide of Doom's mathk may be thteel, but the inthide of Doom's mouth ith tender!** Curth you, Wichardth!

*inside joke. If you get it, you rule.
**props to