Magneto: Who’s there?
Doctor Nemesis: They have filled my science bits with Satan goo.
Storm: It’s us, friends. I’m glad to see you made it.
Doctor Nemesis: I wish I had a helmet. A very nice helmet.
Storm: Poor Nemesis. Black Widow hit him with a neurotoxin dart. He’s delirious.
Doctor Nemesis: Burny blood hurts my thinky-thoughts.
Magneto: To be honest, Storm, I don’t really see much difference.