First the Internet…
Forward to ten Latverians or Doom curses your bloodline.
Transcript
Transcript of “First the Internet…”
Panel 1. The Thing's phone chirps: "You have email!"
Panel 2. The Thing squints at the phone: "Wuzz this?"
Panel 3. The email fills the screen. From: [email protected]. To: [email protected]. Subject: Most Importants Matter. The body reads in classic scam grammar: "Dear Sir/Madame: I am displaced ruler of Latveria, misplaced by forces consp" (text runs off the panel) "and my regime. I am in need of your assistance. If you are" (text runs off) "your bank accounts, I am able to be sending you much mo" (text runs off) "Once I am in my rightful and most powerful position to be" (text runs off) "ruling the world as a hold (a curse to the Richards family)."
Panel 4. The Thing grumbles: "Dis is th' worst plan he's ever hatched."
Panel 5. Doctor Doom clenches a gauntleted fist and roars: "First the Internets! THEN THE WORLD!!!"