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| I know! This blows. You can't just undo Pandora's box like that, man. You can't cop out. | |
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| You can't choose your powers from the cosmic storm of radiation on the space station! There's none of this, "I'd like to be the human torch, please," stuff. You're Dr. Doom if you're Dr. Doom, damnit. | |
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| This ain't a personal game of rock, paper, scissors, you know? You can't rig the game of life! It's all chance! Von Doom or not. I'm Johnny Storm, okay? And what I say goes! | |
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