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Amongst the mightiest, the most supposedly savage

of all Earth's creatures, I sit in peace. I dwell in safety.

For food has been plentiful and no longer do they hunger.

Unlike the humans who call you beast, there's no violence in your heart.

No hint of avarice, no smouldering hate.

Yet man, who has won dominion over this world is a stranger to peace,

a prisoner caught in the net of his own nameless fears.

And here stand I,

hopelessly trapped in a world of madness where reason is shunned

while violence prevails.

But no longer shall the Silver Surfer be part of man's insanity.

Let humanity do what it will.

As for me, I shall dwell amongst the beasts.

I'll search for some semblance of freedom

in the polluted skies of this mad, orbiting prison which men call Earth.

I, who have crested the currents of space, I must resign myself

to this pale blue orb upon which Galactus has sentenced me to remain

for ever.

The web is woven. My prey is in sight.

- What? - Help me! Please help me!

- What has this woman done? - Nothing, I swear.

I was merely bringing Grandfather some firewood.

Cut from the royal forest.

- Wait. - This does not concern you, alien.

The law forbids it.

I thank you for your kindness, stranger.

Please have tea with Grandfather and me.

Grandfather, we have company.

- You! - Welcome to my humble cottage.

Yes.

Once again, the Silver Surfer's power cosmic is mine.

Power enough to challenge Galactus himself.

- Your Highness. - Well done, my dear subject.

You have earned the greatest reward of all,

the gratitude of your sovereign.

Imagine. I now possess the power to end hunger,

to abolish disease, to eliminate crime,

to establish a perfectly content, perfectly ordered world,

all under the benevolence of my iron will.

But first, I have a little unfinished business with the Fantastic Four.

Easy, Ben. Sorry.

- Sorry, you're sorry? - It was just my suitcase.

Suitcase? It ain't you, it's this book, The Zombies of Madison County.

I'm just at the part where the zombie dentists run wild, flossing everyone.

I'm packed for a romantic weekend. Ready to sweep me off my feet?

Consider yourself swept.

You'll be OK with those zombie dentists?

It takes more than floss to scare me.

Johnny and Crystal will be back from the movies soon,

and then you'll have company. You have our number at the lake?

Oh, yeah. Go already.

I gotta switch to decaf.

Doom. That's the Surfer's ride you're on.

Quite true, you insufferable blot on the escutcheon of humanity.

As possessor of his cosmic powers, I am now veritably undefeatable.

That's the same mouthful you mumbled last time you stole the Surfer's gig,

and you ended up getting your tin tail shellacked by Galactus.

I assure you, that is not an error I will repeat.

I've monitored Galactus's movements for months.

At the moment, he is quite occupied at the other end of the galaxy.

Now, feel the limitless power in these very hands

which you once nearly crushed.

Lead Lips! Candygram.

Company's coming. Maybe you swiped the Surfer's power again,

but you got more than a little to learn about how to use it.

Now sing, you rotten rust-pot.

I'll clobber it out of you. What did you do with the Surfer?

You brick baboon.

Feel it, Grimm. Feel your body's metabolism grow slower and slower

until you become a virtual living statue, unable to move,

unable to speak for the rest of your days.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I must pay a long overdue social call on your friends.

Do keep an eye out for pigeons.

Sis? Reed?

- Must've left already for the lake. - I wonder where Ben is?

- Johnny, look. - Holy...

I'm afraid this won't afford you much protection against the elements.

Kidding, darling. Just kidding.

- What the? - Reed.

Sue.

- Dr Doom. - Is this a bad time?

There he is. By that tree.

Ben. Hey, big guy, waiting for a bus?

Johnny, there's something wrong. He looks frozen, like a statue.

Ben? I haven't seen him like this since he found out about the Tooth Fairy.

Strange. He's got a heartbeat, but it's slowed down to a crawl.

Johnny, I'm gonna try something.

It worked. I used my elemental power to speed up his metabolism.

Ben, buddy, what happened?

Doom.

Leaving so soon, Mrs Richards?

No.

Insolent cockroach.

My newfound power allows me to create any weapon I choose.

- Reed. - Excruciating, wouldn't you say?

I thought I'd start with a classic.

And I thought I'd start by kicking your tin can.

Sue, Reed, get going.

- Johnny, no. - Time to up the heat.

What child's play.

The cabin's gas line could explode any second.

Braino, we came to warn you about Doc...

...Doom.

That ought to put a little crimp in his cape.

One would think so, wouldn't one?

Look out. This time I'm gonna clobber him so hard,

his grandchildren will be born bouncing.

Forget it, Ben. His power is simply too great.

I'm afraid it's hopeless. You've won, Doom.

- Do with us what you wish. - I assure you, I will.

Are you nuts, Reed?

Surrender to this creep? I'd rather die fighting.

Die? Who said anything about dying?

Doom is no common murderer.

I would never dream of letting my dearest enemies off that easily.

- But then why did you? - Attack?

Call it a lesson in humility, my fiery friend.

No. For the Fantastic Four, I have devised a much more fitting revenge.

You, the legendary bravest of the brave,

shall live out the rest of your days in abject fear,

watching helplessly as I bend the world to my will,

knowing you are utterly powerless to stop me,

that you are no longer important enough for me to destroy.

Till we meet again, on Doomsday.

How could you give in to Doom so easily? There must have been another way.

- Are you out of your? - Just play-acting.

During the battle, Doom passed up several opportunities to finish us off.

I get it. You knew he had no intention of killing us and pretended to give up.

Exactly. I played to his vanity,

to buy us time to develop an effective strategy.

When you're playing to his vanity, you're playing to a packed house.

Let mankind beware, for Dr Doom has attained powers without limit

and this time there will be no failure.

No defeat.

I can breathe life into stone or raise the very ocean floor.

Hear me nations of the world. My power is without limit.

I can turn day into blackest night, summer to winter.

But I am, above all, a reasonable man.

Thus I have granted your leaders one week to surrender

to the rule of Doom or suffer total annihilation.

- I say we nuke his bolted butt. - Generals, please, listen to reason.

Your weapons would only wreak untold destruction on innocent people.

Shoot, we gave you four days to find a way to get rid of Doom.

You've got one more left. After that, we step in hard.

Blast it, Stretch. They're right. Let's go and clobber the creep.

Come on, Reed. It's time to move.

He'll put you both out of action before you throw a punch.

- Says who? - Says me.

This fight calls for more than brute strength.

Are we gonna stand around arguing or are we gonna do something?

I get it. If you can't be the big hero, you don't wanna play.

Benjamin ain't hanging around any longer.

I'm going after him myself, like now.

Johnny.

Now look what you've done.

What?

Holy canolli! Flying can opener at four o'clock.

Perfect.

That blasted gizmo is yours?

Sorry I had to use you as a guinea pig, old friend, but I...

Not as sorry as you're gonna be.

Yes, exactly the response I'd hoped for. You're still weak as a kitten.

If it can affect you, imagine the effect on Doom.

Hold it. You're saying that flying rat is gonna KO old Brass-Bottom?

Hardly, Ben. This is just a miniature prototype.

Its most important function isn't to weaken Doom, it's to make him angry.

Great idea, Mr Wizard. Maybe next we can sneak up and give him a wedgie.

Stark Enterprises is making a full-sized model.

I hope they finish it in time. The idea is we...

Reed. Ben.

Johnny's gone to Latveria to battle Doom to the finish, alone.

You've gotta stop him before he gets killed.

I don't get it. Why does the little spark plug think

he's gonna do any better this time?

Johnny's been practising something called his Super-Nova blast.

He's never dared use it near people before, but now...

Please don't let anything happen to Johnny.

Being heroes is what we do best.

As future Emperor of the world, I require a castle befitting my station.

You. Most evil of all who dwell upon this earth.

You shall pay for your colossal conceit.

Power such as that which you have stolen from me

is too vast, too universal.

If it is misused, it can destroy a galaxy.

Your unselfish concern touches me deeply, you unearthly clod.

You who refused to appropriately wield your cosmic powers.

I, on the other hand, shall use them to enslave an entire planet,

and after that, perhaps a universe as well.

Hey, your Highness. Be glad to help with the demolition.

So, the young cub defies me. How tedious.

I fear your nuisance forces me to retract

my magnanimous offer to let you live.

Yeah, well, let's see you retract this, Doom.

As you can see, it's a simple matter to alter my body

into a crystal that can withstand a million degrees Celsius.

Then I'll just up the ante to two million degrees.

Get your sunscreen ready, tin man.

Mildly amusing as all this may be,

please forgive me if I cut short our tête à tête by exterminating you.

That's him. The output of Doom's cosmic power makes him easy to track.

- But what about Johnny? - Come on, don't worry, Susie.

The little mosquito chaser can take care of himself.

Take care of yourself, kid.

Ben, jump to the tree.

- Reed. - Hang on, I'm releasing one hand.

Brace yourself.

Alright, Doom. Show yourself.

I ain't leaving till I wrap this hunk around your neck.

Indeed, you shall not leave, you grimy, grotesque abomination.

Johnny!

Thank heavens. He's alive.

Exemplary. Let's have some sport first, shall we?

Sue. A force shield.

Ben, incoming.

Got you.

Wonderful. A more spirited game than I dared hope for.

Get ready to eat those words, nickel nose.

A bold counter-offensive, Mrs Richards.

Unfortunately, it will be your last.

Cool move, Sis. Way to sucker in Doom by making that boulder invisible.

- We just need a little more time. - OK, fender-face, it's my turn.

No, fool. Our little session is now ended.

Your feeble efforts at self-preservation no longer amuse me.

I now call on the most destructive of my cosmic powers,

the power to disintegrate living matter.

- For example, you. - Sorry, Doom.

- We'll have to take a rain check. - What?

- What is happening? - It's my anti-cosmic flying wing.

Courtesy of Tony Stark.

And just in time to drain you of your misbegotten cosmic powers.

Not quite, Richards. For as you see, your little weapon has fled.

My cosmic power is too great for any of your pathetic contrivances.

- You did your best, Reed. - Yes, Richards.

Your pitiful best and it wasn't quite good enough.

Now my victory is doubly sweet

for even your over-rated intellect couldn't vanquish me.

No? Are you so certain that my flying wing won't be back to defeat you?

Defeat my cosmic power?

It is the fabric of creation, ultimate power, the stuff of gods.

As a final courtesy, Richards, I shall allow you to watch

as I obliterate first your puny toy and then, ultimately, yourself.

- Reed, we've failed. - Not necessarily, darling.

Crystal, send it towards the stratosphere.

Everything is going according to plan.

- What? No! - There it is. It's all over.

The board is returning to Doom's castle.

Hello, anybody wanna show all their cards here?

Doom made one fatal mistake, Johnny.

He didn't know Galactus left a Cosmic Force Barrier

to keep the Surfer on Earth.

My instruments detected it two days ago.

Though invisible, its walls are thicker, more powerful,

- than any prison made of stone. - I got you.

So when your flying wing-dingy hot-rodded for outer space,

you was hoping Lead Lips would follow it, so he'd wipe out on the barrier,

and the power would shoot right back to the Tin Foil Boogie Boarder.

Then you mean Doom is finally?

Maybe, but with Doom, what you see is rarely what you get.

I have much to learn of the ways of human beings.

It is true you are slaves of greed and fear.

And yet, there is a nobility in your hearts that cannot be denied.

Perhaps one day I will understand.

Perhaps one day we all will.

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