Originally Posted by
CraigTheCylon
* - my memory may be slightly less than perfect
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[Int. Castle Doom. GOD DOOM stands facing holograms of MADELYNE PRYOR, APOCALYPSE, SINISTER and THE MAESTRO.]
DOOM: Doom has summoned you all here to discuss the threat of this skull-face guy. What do you know of him?
MAESTRO: I haven't played all the way through yet but I think he's a war orphan who's trying to kill languages...
DOOM: What?
APOCALYPSE: Oh, you're on Phantom Pain as well, bro? You at the part where the plague gets released on your base and -
[Sudden peal of thunder!]
DOOM: NO! There will be no spoilers within Doomstadt!
[Murmur of reluctant assent.]
DOOM: Pryor, you're being very quiet. Is Doom to take this as an admission of guilt?
MADELYNE: Is my loyalty not apparent? Is my love not unconditional?
DOOM: Shhh, not so loud - the Official Wife of Doom is in the next chamber.
MADELYNE: Really? [raised voice] Oh my lord, why don't you come see me in Limbo more often, I've been soooo lonelyyyy!
DOOM: You shut the **** up or Doom swears to Himself he will explode your face.
MADELYNE: Fine. I'm still innocent, though. Except for all the Hell stuff.
DOOM: Hmph. And the rest of you?
MAESTRO: You already know I hate you. I have openly said I want to steal your throne, to your face, several times.
DOOM: Yes, Doom acknowledges you as the Starscream to his Megatron. What's your point?
MAESTRO: Point is, if I'm dumb enough to tell you I'm going to rebel against you, why wouldn't I also take credit for this if it was me?
DOOM: Fine. You?
SINISTER: We-e-ell, I think you're all aware by now that I am a habitual liar -
ALL: We know.
SINISTER: - so I'm not really sure what I should say here, if none of you are going to believe me anyway.
DOOM: Never mind you, then.
SINISTER: But, uh, just so we're clear, I totally didn't find and capture one of those fugitives you're so worked up about three weeks ago and never told you.
DOOM: You did WHA -
SINISTER: Also, I certainly haven't made a bunch of theoretically-subservient yet still very punch-happy clones of said fugitive. Which I don't have.
DOOM: Why are you always cloning - ?
SINISTER: And for the record, even if there were some truth in those previous two self-allegations, I have most definitely not been spending my nights in the company of one of said clones, bent over her knee, getting the living hell smacked out of my taut alabaster posterior and begging for more.
DOOM: Oh, for -
SINISTER: After she blindfolds me with that cute little red sash...
DOOM: Too much information!
SINISTER: [whispering] She likes it when I call her 'captain'.
DOOM: DOOM DID NOT NEED TO HEAR THAT!
MADELYNE: On the plus side, all this talk about sex-kink is the closest I've ever come to liking Sinister.
SINISTER: Maybe I should invite you over sometime!
MADELYNE: Don't get me wrong, I still wanna kill you for looking like the guy I hated most in the world, except with douchier facial hair.
SINISTER: I take it back - what do you mean 'douchey'? What's wrong with my goatee?
MAESTRO: It does look pretty s***.
SINISTER: Speak for yourself, neckbeard.
MAESTRO: This is a MAN's mane! Or a Hulk's mane. Which is better 'cause it's both macho and so full of radiation a single hair could poison a whole village.
DOOM: SILENCE! Hhhhh...Apocalypse, please say something sensible about the Prophet.
APOCALYPSE: Oh, that's who you meant? Yeah, he's been rounding up unbelievers into a personal army, and he totally took over that one kingdom ruled by a Moon Knight and a Black Panther who's an actual panther.
DOOM: How could my people lose their faith in Doom so quickly...?
APOCALYPSE: Because you haven't done ****?
DOOM: What?
APOCALYPSE: Seriously, we've had fugitives running all over the place, upheaval in every domain, and now a vigilante army about to beat down the walls of Doomstadt, and you haven't done anything.
MAESTRO: Not a single thing.
DOOM: That's...erm...
MADELYNE: Where have you even been these last three weeks?
DOOM: Doom was...delayed.
APOCALYPSE: 'Delayed'?
DOOM: Just as you all bow before Doom, so must Doom in turn bend his knee to the only power higher than his...the publishers. [shivers] Anyway...suggestions?
APOCALYPSE: I have an idea!
SINISTER: Let me guess - it somehow involves the merits of strength and fitness?
APOCALYPSE: It does! Wait, was that mockery?
SINISTER: I'd never!
APOCALYPSE: These rebels, God, have shown that their spirit is weak, which is the opposite of strong, which is what you are, so you should, uh, prove yourself to be stronger and also fittest by...by hitting them a bunch? That one got away from me.
DOOM: Doom would rather not waste his Thors on this Prophet and his army.
MAESTRO: Why not? You have thousands of hammer boys willing to die stupidly at the drop of a hat.
DOOM: True, but as soon as Doom puts more than five of them in close vicinity they start to sweat real badly and it stinks of cheese. And Doom would remind you that Doom is the one who has to live near them. So Doom decrees this task shall be yours. Do not fail!
APOCALYPSE: I would honestly love to help but I can't. I'm kinda dead.
DOOM: ...what.
APOCALYPSE: Yeah, I died over a fortnight ago. Released a super-dangerous anti-mutant virus in my own kingdom, and it dissolved me into a big puddle of goo.
DOOM: ...okay, first of all, so Doom knows he's got this right: you unleashed a deadly virus...and infected yourself with it?
APOCALYPSE: Well, yeah, when you say it like THAT it sounds really dumb, but it made sense at the time!
DOOM: And second, how are you still here?
APOCALYPSE: You called, I answered. Apparently your awesome hologram Skype tech still works in the afterlife.
SINISTER: Why did you release that virus, anyway?
APOCALYPSE: To ensure only the strongest would survive!
MADELYNE: Which, apparently, wasn't you.
APOCALYPSE: Uhm...yes. Which was a bit of a shock, not gonna lie.
MAESTRO: I always knew you were a wuss.
APOCALYPSE: Mother****er, I would kick your wrinkly green ass RIGHT HERE if I wasn't basically a ghost!
DOOM: SILENCE AGAIN! Is anyone willing to take this one?
MAESTRO: Depends. Have I attacked you yet?
DOOM: ...Doom begs your pardon?!
MAESTRO: I've been building up my forces for ages, and I thought I already had made my move, but I'm still here and you're still here and you're not mad, so...
DOOM: Doom feels a headache brewing. Where are all of Doom's other Barons? The good Barons? Why is Pryor here and not Summers?
MADELYNE: Also dead. So are all his X-Men, and the Darkchild, as of last week. I got the big chair again.
SINISTER: Aren't you supposed to have horns and a tail also?
MADELYNE: I traded those so I could get my underboob back.
SINISTER: Good choice.
APOCALYPSE: Baron Mordo's dead, too. M.O.D.O.K. replaced him...
DOOM: Ugh, Doom is not in the mood to be dealing with M.O.D.O.K. today...how about Baron Kelly?
SINISTER: Which? There's two Baron Kellys.
DOOM: Seriously?
MADELYNE: Yeah, last time we had a full meeting here, we had to get Apocalypse to bulk up and stand between them so they wouldn't get freaked out.
SINISTER: Why did you want two different versions of that guy lording over domains? He's rubbish.
DOOM: ...Doom doesn't remember.
MAESTRO: Brilliant. Look, I'm outta here, gotta get around to attacking you. Or not. Basically I need to figure out if time is still working.
[Exit MAESTRO.]
APOCALYPSE: Me too, gotta go, uh, be dead some more.
[Exit APOCALYPSE.]
MADELYNE: I'll think about sending some help over, but I'm still trying to stop the demons and goblins from eating each other, and my son from shooting them all. Call me!
DOOM: Later. Uh, Doom means shut up not in front of the wife.
[Exit MADELYNE.]
DOOM: Doom supposes you're too busy to help too, then, Baron Sinister?
SINISTER: Oh, I totally could help. I'm just not gonna bother 'cause I'm a dick. Smell ya later!
[Exit SINISTER.]
DOOM: Doom hates everything.
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(Yeah, I know. Got too much time on my hands.)