Only you could be hypnotic and condescending at the same time.

Are you suggesting we finish the chess game we were playing back in college? On the day you--

I’ve had the finest string quartet in the world brought here to play for us.

Reed never mocked you, not even when you were expelled from university and added DOCTOR to your name, right around the time HE graduated.

When will Victor learn... I only want to help him.

Why should I be denied the exquisite pleasure of fully humbling him?

“Richards! Though it pains me to ask aid of an enemy—“ “Of course we’ll help!”

You're a clever man. Imagine what you could ask of me.

Victor! Can you hear me? Are you all right?

How much harder do you think Reed Richards is going to try when he finds out that you stole his entire life? Look at you… even with all this power, you’re still afraid of him.

Two points for my side, Victor! I'll try to keep it interesting!

I have been far and learned many things, Richards. And of all living men, only you can truly appreciate my genius.

Nobody sees me. (Only Reed did.)

“What is it that you want, Victor?” “Do you truly need to ask, Richards?”

“Victor?” “I heard you.” “Then why didn't you answer?”

That voice! Despite its electronic distortions, I'd recognize it anywhere!

Some people sleep at night, others watch over those who do.

No obsession is stronger than one shared.

Day or night, they'd argue theories - wacko mathematics, physics, cosmology that even the school's Nobel Laureates had trouble following. For Reed, this was heaven - because he loved learning for learning's sake. For Doom, though, these debates were battles he always had to win.

What the hell are you doing in my private quarters, Richards?

First you wear Reed Richards’s suit, and now you’re using his Coma Cannon? Oh Victor, I knew you were obsessed with Mr. Fantastic, but this is too much!

Valeria: My father used to explore the Negative Zone all the time. Doom:I discovered the Negative Zone YEARS before Reed Richards did. Valeria: This again?! We need to focus.

Finally... Reed Richards on a silver platter.

“I know what your goals are, Victor.” “Do you?” “Control of the Earth. Recognition of your superior intellect.” “You left out your own complete and utter destruction.” “I was getting to that.”

I am most impressed, Richards. While hardly the equal of my own vast armory, your weapons are rather sophisticated for a man who claims to be dedicated to world peace.

I wanted Richards humbled. I wanted to end the arrogant way he has always treated me — ever since our days in college! But more… I wanted him to see me declared ruler of the world!

Valeria (to Doom): Tell me about you...and my father.

We're getting so much more work done with your family out of the way.

Day or night, they'd argue theories - wacko mathematics, physics, cosmology that even the school's Nobel Laureates had trouble following. For Reed, this was heaven - because he loved learning for learning's sake. For Doom, though, these debates were battles he always had to win.

And so, we should do the one thing that has eluded us across universes… work together, Richards. Combined, we can stop this.

This is my plan! My victory! Without the degradation of Reed Richards it would mean nothing!

Doom: Or perhaps your heart still bleeds for the common people, like a good Richards. Valeria: Stop using my name as a swear word! Doom: But it is the most profane expression I know. Valeria: Because it was my father’s. When are you going to get over him? Doom: I mustn’t. Ever!

“What are you doing in my private quarters?” “Oh, hi. Don’t you remember me? I’m Reed Richards, we met on registration day.”

I kept coming back. I even made sure Franklin 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 this universe so that I could. Doom and I would go exploring the cosmos together, discovering new phenomena. Sometimes there was friendly competition, but mostly... we were just 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴.

I am most impressed, Richards. While hardly the equal of my own vast armory, your weapons are rather sophisticated for a man who claims to be dedicated to world peace.

I have one hundred and twenty-nine wholly separate plans to destroy Reed Richards, oppressor of the Latverian people, active at any given moment.

“ So it's just you and.. the cowhand, then?” “Stop looking over my shoulder for my dad, Victor. I have.”

Reed! We were college roommates -- lab partners -- best friends! Some of that must penetrate your mind!

I knew you had a heroic side, Victor. It’s nice to finally see it.

I kept coming back. I even made sure Franklin 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 this universe so that I could. Doom and I would go exploring the cosmos together, discovering new phenomena. Sometimes there was friendly competition, but mostly... we were just 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴.

His own man, Richards. A piece of him is missing, you know how that feels, how that’s felt for years. You toss and turn at night, missing that sliver of intelligence that would put you on par with Doom.

Doom: He had this way… this extremely frustrating way, of seeing a problem, not understanding what the problem was, not knowing why it was wrong or how to fix it exactly, but he could simply look at something and see what was wrong.

Some people sleep at night, others watch over those who do.

For Doom, the enemy I cannot seem to best has always been Reed Richards of the Fantastic Four…

The very idea that 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 would succumb to 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 other than the hand of 𝘋𝘰𝘰𝘮... created a singular unease in my mind.

Oh? And how do you propose to stop me, Richards? With physical force?

But Reed Richards acts with unexpected speed as an elongated arm slithers between the opening in Doom’s amazing armor, and...

That voice! Despite its electronic distortions, I'd recognize it anywhere!

Finally... Reed Richards on a silver platter.

My dear Mr. Fantastic, this isn't supposed to be a fair fight --merely an entertaining one!