M.O.D.O.K.: This is taking far too long, Doom. Mole Man should have been back hours ago! We can only assume that he's failed!
M.O.D.O.K.: Time is of the essence! We only have a week or so left to--
DR. DOOM: --A week? We'll be lucky if we have a few days, M.O.D.O.K. But I will admit; perhaps I was wrong to send Mole Man to retrieve the Monad.
M.O.D.O.K.: Perhaps? Perhaps?! The fate of all existence hangs in the balance, and you left the retrieval of the Monad to a walking rodent? I was just starting to think that teaming up with Sinister was a bad idea, but this...sheesh.
DR. DOOM: Dude, you made the freaking thing. You could have just hung on to it. But don't worry, I have an idea...though it requires that I have to return to Latveria. But before I go, one last thing. M.O.D.O.K.?
M.O.D.O.K.: What?
DR. DOOM: You head so big, you gotta go around the corner to change yo mind!
A.I.M. SOLDIER: Burn!
M.O.D.O.K.: You're fired.
SEVERAL HOURS LATER, BACK AT CASTLE DOOM, LATVERIA...
DR. DOOM: Well, well, well. We meet at last...
DR. DOOM: ...Apocolypse!
DR. DOOM: I trust you had no trouble finding the place?
APOCOLYPSE: I have no patience for you, Victor.
APOCOLYPSE: As far as I'm concerned, you and M.O.D.O.K. are just as responsible for the current situation as is Mr. Sinister. And when I'm done with him--
DR. DOOM: --Of course. But since you need my knowledge now...
APOCOLYPSE: Your formalities have already grown tiresome, Doom. Tell me your terms.
DR. DOOM: I have only one...the final demise of Reed Richards!
APOCOLYPSE: Simple enough. Now...tell me about Sinister's plan...and this...Monad....
TO BE CONTINUED...
