Yes, I'm so sorry to involve you in the timeworn damsel-in-distress cliché, Mrs. Richards. I fear the only thing missing is the onrushing train! However, sometimes expediency outweighs originality. Now, with your permission... [Leaves]
A toast, Boris: To Reed Richards and the Fantastic Four, who have of late passed on to the undiscovered country. Bereft of their interference, I'm free to bring much-needed peace and order to a world gone mad.
I've made an interesting little improvement in your ventilation system. I will now suck all the air out of the room, and like the martyrs of Masada, you may watch each other die. Have a nice day. [Exits, chuckling sinisterly]
Let go of me, you pathetic monstrosity! You brainless baboon! Did you think me defenseless? You are feeling the weight of the worid on your misformed shoulders. My bipolar amplifier increases the force of gravity on you a thousandfold. No! It's not possible!
You leave me no choice but to act for the greater good. I've just destroyed the fusion limiters from Reed Richards' dimensional reactor. In exactly one minute, it will create a minute tear in the space-time continuum, reducing this building - and, regrettably, most of Manhattan - to cosmic dust! Let it weigh on your souls. A pity, really... [Sighs] I never did get to see Cats.
(Brainwashing Thing) Friend? Reed Richards, you call "friend"? He who foolishly exposed you to unknown cosmic rays? Resulting in your becoming the hideous creature you are today? My dear Benjamin Grimm, Reed Richards destroyed your life.
Correction: Malice. Susan Richards was a pathetic creature, someone to be ignored at worst, patronized at best - someone you frustrated and stifled at every turn.