Apocalypse: Earth 15, count yourselves fortunate. Apocalypse arrives on your world and with him his four hor-
Sasheem: Famine or Death.
Apocalypse: I...I'm sorry.
Sasheem: C'mon ya talkin' blueberry, Sasheem doesn't have all day. Power him up!
Apocalypse: YOU DARE SPEAK THIS WAY TO EN SAB-
Sasheem: If it's Famine, you're already covered. Sasheem robbed the last city block of every last crumb of food just a second ago...
Apocalypse: This venture...may have been a mistake.