Note: Superhero-Supervillian Society Restaurant and Pub!

*Gives Doom his Whiskey*

Sup Vic?? How's the little woman???

"Hmm, hmy name is not Vic, it is Deathurge. Wictor Von Doom is...somewhere else."

Ok...Deathurge, what do you wanna drink bud?

*Wakes up with a big pain in the head.*
"I need a bud lite please"

Originally posted by Bishop X
Ok...Deathurge, what do you wanna drink bud?

Martini. With ice.

a bunch of drunk superheroes 😖hifty:

nice 👆

Joker was so drunk, his deulsions starting have deulisons lol.

It is nice I mean fighting guy after guy is pretty stressful we need an outlet for it.

"I, The Dread Dormammu, demand a tall glass of absinthe to wallow in!!"

wait your turn i asked for my Bud Lite first.

"Do not take that tone of voice with Me, The Dread Dormammu!"
"I, The Dread Dormammu, am ruler of the Dark Dimension,
and you will wait for your Bud Lite while I, The Dread Dormammu,
recieve my glass of absinthe first!"

"Comprende?"

Well mister I am the SPECTRE
I am the Wrath of GOD!!!!!!
I am his living vengance.
Fool should the presence ask me I could destroy your pathetic Dark Dimension.
Now I want my Bud Lite.

"Hey, what's up Spectre! We are kind of similar dudes. Except I am an agent of Death, not God."

I am not just an agent I am his living enforcer.
my power is not of my own but given to me directly from the presence his self. He gives any amount of power I need to do his will. I think your cool though.

"Oh Yeah....well I, The Dread Dormammu, rule my own dimension!!!"
"And ya'll think you have a babe lair?"
"HA!!!"
"I, The Dread Dormammu have my OWN babe DIMENSION!"
"They freakin' worship Me, The Dread Dormammu!"

"Now where's my absinthe?"

Your Dimension is around only because the presence allows it.
He is greater than you and I am his right hand man.
I could rule over everything in exitence if the presence wanted me to.
Now where is my Bud Lite.

"IF the Presense wanted you to."
"IF...."
"But DOES the Presense want you to rule jack?"

"NO!!!"

"now where's my absinthe.........BARKEEP!!!"

He doesn't he want me to but I am still higher in the scheme of things then you.
That makes me more important.
You rule something any half retarded person can do that but i must enforce God's rules.
Now where is my Bud Lite.

**Tick walks in, hurting from his beatdown from Spectre but not seriously harmed (apparently, The Presence didn't account for the nigh-invulnerability of the Tick). Wanting to remain low-key this time, Tick sits near the back of the bar in a dimly lit corner after making the jukebox play 'Stairway to Heaven' He stares idly away, wondering whether or not plaid could be considered a color**

"I, The Dread Dormammu, can sense the thoughts of yon blue Tick..."

(Turning the Tick to a real tick than back again)

"NO!!! Plaid is most definitely NOT a color."