Before I start, I’d like to say just a few words about this man right here. You see, not only can he pull off some mean cruise control speak (which is talking in caps for you kiddies who don’t get the reference), but he’s also a narcissist and a technological genius. So much so on the last two that, in his free time between being holier than thou and having a strangely heterosexual obsession with a man who goes by the name of Richards, he likes to build these things called Doombots. The thing about Doombots is how they look and act exactly like their creator. This can cause a few problems, such as not knowing when you’ve fought the real Doom and when Doom won’t own up to a loss (we all know Squirrel Girl didn’t fight a Doombot, Doom). So whenever something happens with Doom at the center he always has something to fall back on.
Random superhero: “Hey man, you blew up my home and mercilessly slaughtered my family!”
Dr. Doom: “Lol, wut? Wasn’t me man. It was a Doombot. Sorry about that though.”
